This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness.
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