\"The way they smell,\" said Michelle. "My lips would belie my heart were I to refuse you. What need had she of Gerald, or anyone? Yet, if he was here, would he not make some foolish game with her and make her laugh? Instead of behaving in this fashion so stupide, and crying, crying, crying. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. You were delicious in concert, by the way. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her.
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