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Footman or some such. A few seasons went by where he initiated her into the disgusting rituals of killing and eating human beings, a dark time where she pined for a rescuer who never arrived. He came down the shop looking for her quite obviously, and took up a position on the other side against a mirror in which he was able to regard her steadfastly. Don't unman him. Your aunt liked the pheasant. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. 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. Later on—well then the time may come. ‘Quick, Gérard.
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