His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. “I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. "I disown you. ” “It is hard to be distant from your own mother. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. We went our ways.
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