For a moment her heart seemed to stop beating. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. ‘Give me that!’ He took his finger away from her neck and made a grab at the handkerchief. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants.
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