She wormed her way past Sebastian, glanced at her mother’s blackened face, her obscenely naked body bulging with yellow and black buboes under the arms and in the groin that oozed stinking fluid. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened.
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