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He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. She nuzzled his chest and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse conditioner. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. “Excellent fellow!” he answered a little irrelevantly. He told her something about music, the great world outside. She tried not to pant, not to reveal herself, and she began to shake. Gosse would have killed me, and perhaps in the fight I might kill him. He looked distant, irritated. ‘I understand you have not been in England very long,’ he said in English, noting that Madame raised her fan and lowered her gaze demurely.
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