” “Of course,” his friend answered. And Mother trusted him. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. This vile hovering to catch a man’s eye!. He continued thoughtfully. Sheppard put out her arms mechanically.
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