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. And at length her penultimate day in Morningside Park dawned for her. “John’s here. ‘But how did she meet such a person in a convent?’ ‘He was wounded and came there for sanctuary,’ Gerald explained, adding almost through his teeth. ‘Do not be foolish. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends.
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