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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. ‘Aha,’ grunted Gerald with satisfaction, squinting up at the two open shutters on the second floor. “There’s the whole situation. A time may come,—and that ere long,—when you will be glad to purchase my secrets, and your own safety, at a dearer price than the heads of your companions. Wood will be here presently. ” “That doesn’t explain sunsets. Immediately Spurlock began to chant one of these. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver.
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