She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. " "I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him. “You see,” he said, “from my point of view you’re grown up— you’re as old as all the goddesses and the contemporary of any man alive. " Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort.
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