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. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. Michelle listed the items in her pack.
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