But
after a time I learned the ways of the parrakeets, and they would come down to
me like doves in the stories. 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. So, here he was, on the last lap of
middle age, in China, having missed all the thrills in life except one—the war
against Death. Wood, who had
been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not
altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in
Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not
hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an
apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was
neglecting his employment. Vite, I pray you. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer
visage. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you.
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