266 She peered up at him. The perfume was the only one she ever used. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. The events that had initially followed in the wake of her triumph over Emile Gosse had quite confused and dazed her. Every time you mention the father, she turns into marble. “Very big steps, moves fast.
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