Sebastian had come to visit his old friend and former wife. She felt that there was a hidden meaning under his words. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. “I’m not nearly so sure as you. Capes became rigid and adhesive. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. You know the sort of thing.
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