And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. 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. . Then a roar of hisses. " "Willingly," replied Wild. ‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. Never be downhearted. I shall barely be in time for the theatre.
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