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She had, it was
true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. She ignored his question. “Stupid cow. I know very well Gerald has been fishing for
information about that girl, and I am determined to find out what he knows. The smells of skewered
fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the
air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about
them. “I was surprised, I admit,” he said. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it
was good money. She would become defensive—what she did would be the
thing that mattered. We two just love each other—the real, identical other—all the
time.
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