She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. Austin, or any man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible. ‘You’re as mad as she is, Gerald. Die game. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. It’s so different from what one has been led to expect. It is generally deficient in the qualities it prides itself upon most.
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