” “I believe you,” she murmured. 32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. Nice goings on. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form.
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