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It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. ’ ‘Je m’en moque. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. Her voice recalled him.
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