You have spoken her name, I think, Marthe. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes. "The feeling is dead within my breast. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. I shall never come back. I won’t even ask.
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