I don’t think you understand. Nor is Theresa, or even Thérèse. "My friends, Mr. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. To win the contest meant you would be chosen to apprentice in magic as a priest under her tutelage. 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. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me.
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