It was eleven o'clock. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. “One moment, if you please!” She stopped short and looked round.
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