Sebastian slowed the car after they had traveled seventy miles into the countryside. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. No, I thank you. She wormed her way past Sebastian, glanced at her mother’s blackened face, her obscenely naked body bulging with yellow and black buboes under the arms and in the groin that oozed stinking fluid. “How odd that I should almost spring into your arms just on my doorstep!” she remarked gaily.
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