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Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround himself with the trappings of the finer life. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. But once I started, Forever Fifteen seemed to fly out of me like a bat out of Hell, virtually writing itself. “I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord. ” “And the people?” Brendon asked.
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