The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. One went in for painting, kept straight and married old Ferringhall a week or so ago—the Lord help her. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. ’ ‘Which is exactly what started us off,’ Gerald said to his friend with a grin, as he gave up his injured hand to the other’s ministrations.
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