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She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. ” They clambered down the hill together. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. “No,” she answered.
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