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‘Go then. The fresh air, which blew in his face, greatly revived him. ” “I am not afraid,” she answered. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. " "Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. Only sat, staring at him, a puzzled look in her face. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. He must be a sly fox to get out of the Mint without my knowledge. Then they would leave and she would go back to being alone. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them.
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