The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. And here's the proof. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. ” She gasped.
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