” “Again,” he said, “I am going to be impertinent. Have you anything to ask me?” Ann Veronica readjusted her mind hastily. Her eyes flashed. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Spurling. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot.
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