But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. . ’ Mrs Sindlesham’s lips twitched. She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. To this Jack replied, that he should be perfectly contented, provided he might have a small allowance of gin. “Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape.
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