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’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. Meanwhile, she was spirited away from John and bombarded by half-familiar people who attempted to chat with her above the roar of the crowd. Take me with you. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. She could not help herself. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life.
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