Sebastian crouched on the floor with a single dead victim, a young highwayman. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. He awoke, strangely content. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. I bring you tidings of an old friend.
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