Another door was next opened, and, preceded by the ordinary, with the sacred volume in his hand, the prisoner entered the room. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. He was disappointed when Intermission arrived. And what a noise they made! This is how I used to call them. “Were you thinking of private apartments, a boarding-house or an hotel?” she asked.
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