But I am not worthy to be any man's wife —far less his wife. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. And the woollen-draper departed. They could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr.
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