S. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. Rank ingratitude, I call it. 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. He says only that he must tie up all the loose ends. The flush deck was without wells. All human food tasted equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime steak or cheap hamburger.
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