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He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. Annabel entered. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. “Very well,” she would say, “then I must go. It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. "It is your son. Hill was exchanging greetings with his hostess, and salutations around the table. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing. Seizing her hand he covered it with kisses. ‘It is to say goodbye, you understand. On the other hand, you seldom revere your immediate grandfather, unless he has promised to leave you some money.
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