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Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. 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. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. Austin, or any man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. ” “I suppose all IS well that ends well.
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