She seemed to grow more beautiful to him and not the opposite. A moistened velvet touch found her tongue. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. 32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them.
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