The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying. It shall be done as you direct. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. The doctor had sown a seed, carelessly.
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