’ She was too distressed to bear this. His smile faded. Her skin prickled. How she hated talking of the man who was responsible for her being brought into the world. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively.
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