Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. 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. I had left Paris.
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