As a man, Sebastian had always held enough power to live in luxury. “I will tell you as much as this,” she continued. If the Wastrel had not turned the instant he did, the ball would have missed him; as it was he turned directly into its path. You have neither reason nor logic. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word.
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