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“Yes. 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. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. "Jack Sheppard knows this house, I believe, Sir," observed Shotbolt.
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