She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. "There's the exact expression I want. A little love from him would be enough. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him.
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