’ ‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general. What had been happening all this time? ‘Do you tell me he has not again left his apartment?’ ‘Only to go to some party or other Monday night,’ Kimble said. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense.
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