Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. He seemed safe from the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still prevailed. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. This time he couldn't get far.
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