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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. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. " The feminine vanities in Ruth were quiescent; nothing had ever occurred in her life to tingle them into action. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. . Although she had said a great deal when she heard about the shooting that had left poor Jack so badly injured. " "And what is that?" "I have relatives not far from Hartford. Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe.
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