May I know your name?’ The lady eyed him. He had no wish to go foraging in Spurlock's trunk. 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. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. "There's the exact expression I want. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. Poor Ben was not so fortunate.
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