“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. ‘Come, mademoiselle.
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