Afraid there'll be a love-affair. By rights I ought to have arrested her days ago. She went to her bedroom, but she did not go to bed. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. But I shan't let him off thus. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. She alone of them all knew that he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach.
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