He then stamped upon the hand on the lower bannister, until that also relaxed its gripe. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. ‘Come, mademoiselle, it is of no use to conceal anything from me, you know. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side.
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