She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Gerald reached out a hand to stop her. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. Amid this varied throng,—varied in appearance, but alike in character,—one object alone, we have said, rivetted Mrs. She hadn't meant to ask anything for herself.
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