His lips were tight drawn. ‘Wait! No time for that. Well, I don’t think that’s fair. She tried to imagine the collective effect of the Fadden Ball; she had never seen a fancy-dress gathering in her life. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. Next to the executioner stood his wife—the former Mrs.
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