She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. The lantern was on the ground inside, ready. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. Ruth took hers in the sea, but was careful never to go beyond her depth because of the sharks. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard.
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