She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. "To-morrow it will be mine. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. There was a wall; she was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. .
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