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Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. I always told you some accident would happen. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. ’ He grimaced. Her prevailing effect was one of quiet and complete assurance, as though she knew all about everything, and was only restrained by her instinctive delicacy from telling what she knew.
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