His throat filled; he wanted to weep. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. CHAPTER V. ” “What?” He asked, confused. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. At this juncture, the door was opened by Rachel.
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