Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. 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. Having ascertained by the breathing which room Thames occupied, he speedily contrived to fasten him in. “Mary, you are so sexy. However, as things have turned up, it's fortunate that I came back. ‘All this gadding about. He had hurt her. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. \"Really. "You were a little out of your head. She spoke slowly.
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