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Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. . He had seldom been more perturbed. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. There are certain smells, certain tinges to the air.
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