Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. After feasting his eye upon this superb panorama, he was about to return, when he ascertained from a farmer that his nearest road to Willesden would be down a lane a little further on, to the right. She stole her glances sideways like the rest of the women. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. She calmed herself, breathing deeply. CHAPTER XIX. His eyes were bright with the hunt.
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