She admired his backside as he fetched a blue towel from his bathroom. Must be plenty of work for you to do. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. I have always had a secret crush on him, to be honest with you. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow.
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