“Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. Instead, God had sent her Sebastianus, a man who had sold his soul to the Devil to gain eternal life, or perhaps he was even the Devil himself. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. ” She interrupted as Ann Veronica was about to speak again, with a bright contagious hopefulness. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths.
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