The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. “You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. Mind, I am anticipating events. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. "But your dreadful projects will recoil on your own head. In one grave, mind. “Cut her throat!” Sebastian snapped. People think it is, but they are wrong. On some insane score she fancied she had to state her case in verse.
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