’ ‘You’re going to break into the house? You’re mad. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. Something in her tone made him look up. “There is my aunt,” she said. He slapped his knee. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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