” Her first upward glance was one of terrified apprehension. “Please forgive me. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. " "Ja—ja," returned the Hollander.
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