" "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. “I have found out at last what a useless person I am —from a utilitarian point of view. 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. 192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips.
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