The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in the struggle with Gerald. ’ A little sigh escaped her. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good.
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