His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. “You are neither of you in the least like the ordinary boarding-house young man. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. Not that he deliberately courted danger; it was rather the searcher, seeking analysis, the why and wherefore of this or that invading emotion. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player. She would not forgive me. "Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand.
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