The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. Spurling in alarm. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. . . “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. " "We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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