The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. “It’s the spring,” he said. Where's the dining room? And, say, can I have some eggs? This jam-tea breakfast gets my goat. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. "His disguise was capital; but I detected it in a moment. ‘Of course it is,’ corroborated Hilary. And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. To his relief, Mrs Sindlesham stepped into the breach, grasping her cane and rising painfully from her chair. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her.
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