It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. "There! off with you!" whispered Mrs. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily.
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