What he told the vicomte I was not privileged to learn. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. Sebastian was physically beautiful, she reflected. Such of his features as were visible were of coarse mould. Kneebone he's not here. So far as I am concerned, I am just now a hopeless nonentity. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation.
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