His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain. She intercepted the glance the spinsters exchanged, and immediately sensed that she had said too much. Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand, threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. The theme was a masquerade. Earles was absolutely indifferent. She wormed her way past Sebastian, glanced at her mother’s blackened face, her obscenely naked body bulging with yellow and black buboes under the arms and in the groin that oozed stinking fluid. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father.
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