She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position. It was a grand life. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. I believe that his recovery was considered almost miraculous.
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