Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. “I don’t see quite what your game is, Vee, but I suppose you’ve got a game on somewhere. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. When the disillusion comes, when the fairy story ends, if she is blessed with children, she doesn't mind. It has. She must have the capability to learn magic, to learn the enchantments that add to her power. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. You see me here, an admitted failure in the object to which I have devoted two years of my life. Sebastian sat smirking in amusement.
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