" "When you please, Sir," said Thames, coldly. Any natural fineness would be numbed by drink. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking us. You can borrow any of my outfits anytime, you know. 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.
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