’ ‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked. ’ She was seized by two strong hands and drawn close. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. You can pay me when we return. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity.
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