“Sydney is quite right, Miss Pellissier,” he said. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. He did not particularly care. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. “Good-looking rascal she met at Worthing. Section 1.
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