“I’ve smelled worse, madam, I assure you.” He did not lower his voice, and the words boomed through the room. Sophie went scarlet as Eversley looked to the ceiling in frustration. “Is that why you wouldn’t let me near you?” “You’re the one who pointed out that I’d been doused in gin and honey,” she defended herself. “To underscore his madness, not your stench!” Mary’s mouth fell open. Sophie imagined hers might have also, if she weren’t so angry. “My stench?” She glared at him. He rocked back on his heels, as though considering his next move. “I did not mean—” She’d had enough. “Of all the
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