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. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. ’ ‘Not French?’ echoed Hilary. ‘Perhaps I could indeed rescue you if only you would confide in me.
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