” She glared at Sebastian over the drawing table where she was sketching in chalk, then over at the fifteen year old boy who was asleep in a disheveled pile of rushes in the corner. ‘I’m only surprised you have not released yourself. ” “When?” “At tea. We'll lather him with mud, shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with aqua pompaginis. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon.
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