‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. Every gibbet at Tyburn and Hounslow appeared to have been plundered of its charnel spoil to enrich the adjoining cabinet, so well was it stored with skulls and bones, all purporting to be the relics of highwaymen famous in their day. Too late, alas, to stop the disastrous marriage. To have spoken lightly on such a subject a few hours ago would have seemed incredible. Why don’t I just go and get the key from Pottiswick?’ Alderley flicked a glance back at him over his shoulder. Do you remember your first day with me?. Beneath that tree let us lie.
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