They had completed a circuit of the mansion before Roding’s frustration burst out. The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. And she would have to go tomorrow. I needed a man the worst kind of way—a man I could keep for at least six months. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. “Who tied this scarf here?” he asked, looking up. Be seated, and calm yourself.
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