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He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. “A man like that taints a girl by looking at her, by his mere conversation. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he tries to. She never calls herself ‘Alcide.
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