“Allow me,” the doctor said, “to give you a word of advice, Miss Pellissier. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman.
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