In another instant, the collision took place. PELLISSIER. She could smell his cologne
underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. It was
surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly. Then he slapped his hand on his desk and looked up with the air
of a man struck by a brilliant idea. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the
crumbling brickwork. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of
freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have
you written. A boy no older than she, Gianfrancesco’s cousin,
whispered what he would like to do to her when she stole
into the hallways near the women’s chambers to fix
herself. Hilary Roding was all soldier now, his earlier grievances laid aside.
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