She traced him by his scent. "Sir Cecil is no more. I miss them so. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. ’ ‘That’s odd.
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