She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. But I waited in vain. “That cannot happen!” She replied, feeling her world start to disintegrate underneath her feet. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. She was civil, but she was obviously impatient to know his errand. There never is much left for me.
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