“I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz. One who—who—tres. She wormed her way past Sebastian, glanced at her mother’s blackened face, her obscenely naked body bulging with yellow and black buboes under the arms and in the groin that oozed stinking fluid. Here would be a woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke.
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