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Startled by the cry, as may be supposed, the attention of the whole congregation was drawn towards the quarter whence it proceeded. 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. " "Why didn't he arrest Mr. ” “You would let him—knowing—all that you know?” “Why not? She is my flesh and blood. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. She felt that with Capes near to her she would be content always to go on loving. His bodily suffering, however, was nothing compared with his mental anguish. She was very excited.
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