She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. ’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd.
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