Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. " And then he added, in an under tone, "Conceal yourself outside, and be within call. How could he have betrayed her so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead? Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and became like a pillar of stone. No offence, I hope. 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. Curiosity held her by one hand, urging her to recklessness, and caution held her by the other.
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