She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. ‘Me, I do not need the help of anyone. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun.
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