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She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. The door opened. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. Her back arched and she felt herself instinctively sinking into him. ‘Why, what have I said?’ ‘You said to me my name. In a moment his grasp grew weaker.
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