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None presented themselves to save him from that return. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. Capes would come to these teas; he evidently liked to come, and he would appear in the doorway of the preparation-room, a pleasing note of shyness in his manner, hovering for an invitation. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness.
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