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“Did any one see you leave the flat?” he asked. “No, I’m fine. 32
The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the
windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from
the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary
sage soaking them. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as
floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new
wood. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the
houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a
gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. Was she
so fearful still?
Roding shrugged and grimaced. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the
Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in
a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. He has told me
sufficient of you—"
"My dear," interposed Wood, "for goodness' sake—"
"I will speak," screamed his wife, totally disregarding the interruption; "I will tell
this worthless creature what I know about her,—and what I think of her. ’
‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. Can you wonder that I expect
you to fulfil yours?”
“I am not aware,” she answered, “that I have ever failed in doing so.
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