32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. ” “Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. ‘Though he didn’t mean it.
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