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32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. She flew to the door, but returned the next minute, looking deeply disappointed, and bringing the intelligence that it was "only Mrs. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. I’ve thought that out, and you must make up your mind to it. ‘Thank you,’ she said, leaning heavily on his arm for a moment. ” Annabel shrugged her shoulders. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. ” He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog.
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