Michelle sat on her bed,
which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent
and Sweet Honesty perfume. "
"On the contrary, if that is a specimen, they must be poets. 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. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss
Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon
and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. At the back of her mind
there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she
sought to disregard. ‘—and what do I do? Well, we know what I do. Where's
Marvel?"
"Here, Sir," replied the executioner. She kept her eyes closed.
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