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My first visit will be to you. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. She was powerless to move from her chair. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him, who won't be sent away. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars.
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