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She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. He looked at her reproachfully. You saw him? You have been to Remenham House?’ ‘Remenham House? I wish I’d been only to Remenham House. ’ He sighed. She searched for it for many days that stretched into weeks before she gave up. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. I pity her from the bottom of my heart.
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