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"So has the butterfly evil thoughts. It’s—it’s a serious prohibition. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. She would not look at him, would not think of him; when her mind wavered, then she muttered to herself in the darkness so as to keep hold of her generalizations. He smiled. ‘I am far from imagining anything of the kind. She wants that and needs it more than anything else in the world. " "What time is it?" inquired Jack. It was a moment before he recognised that the effect had been similar on all those present, including General Lord Charvill.
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