” It was sitting in her suitcase in the same pocket as the expired bus tickets. ‘Couldn’t reconcile it with my dooty to leave you here—’ A thought made Melusine stop dead, turning to him. “Then turn round and go back there,” she directed. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. She heard him come in; the light burned on. He knew she would be there, practicing alone in 118. “Absolutely platonically,” she said. 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. "If I thought he lived——" observed Wood.
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