” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. You can’t! I tell you frankly you may break off your engagement to me—I shall hold myself still engaged to you, yours just the same. If she could have held it in, perhaps the Virgin Mary would have sent her a miracle as reward for her strength. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. 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. ” He shrugged his shoulders. . “Please not now.
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