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. Anyone would be intrigued. “There ought to be some means of getting at him,” he said. ‘Melusine. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. Stanley went on, “but there are things— there are stories about Ramage. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp.
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