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She found Angela helping her maid to unpack; they appeared to be all but snowed under by masses of soft, inadequate garments. The bedroom smelt strongly of Angela's scent, which was heavy yet slightly pungent.
She glanced up from a tumbled heap of silk stockings: "Hallo, Stephen! " Her greeting was casually friendly.