Not at all. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. They are for serving me. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully.
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