Section 1. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as
her own. Sebastian rose from
the tomb. “Soul to soul. “You are coming in,
aren’t you, Sydney?”
“If I may,” he answered. He was all alone, too. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own
base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the
correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly
gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. “You’ll have to take her!” shouted an inspector on horseback, and she echoed
his cry: “You’ll have to take me!” They seized upon her and lifted her, and she
screamed. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not
even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling.
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