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 they had released her arms and were trying to push her away. Her breath came fast in little sobbing pants. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. I shall always be kind to him; I sha'n't bait him. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo.
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