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The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. And then at the street corner she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. Let me go my own way towards them.
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