She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. CHAPTER I. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. You are restless, aggressive, critical with all the crude unthinking criticism of youth. " "How long will you be here?" "To-morrow night. You just married her. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. Yes—as he would have liked. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God.
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