The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. I wanted the magic of love. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him. Sebastian was physically beautiful, she reflected.
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