She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. ” “Well?” “Sir John came to me—that you know—and you can guess what I told him.
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