I feel like a fraudulent trustee. When she finally did take her own lover, it was not with a member of the household staff. 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. ” “Yes. She galloped up the small stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen.
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