“Isn’t there a brother to kick him?” “Mere satisfaction,” reflected Ogilvy. 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 little suffering will do him good.
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