’ ‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. ‘I am Major Gerald Alderley of the West Kent Militia. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it.
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