It was not your fault you failed. She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. "You base ingrate," she added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels.
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