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On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. " Ten minutes later, the doctor, having marshalled all his facts chronologically, began his tale. For a moment her heart seemed to stop beating. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. Do you accept it?" "Dear Thames!" "Forgive this ill-timed avowal of my love. " "You're strangely superstitious, Sir Rowland," said Jonathan, halting, and looking steadfastly at him. 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.
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