"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look.
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