" Sebastien recognized the rangy, beaky man within. He was perhaps thirty-three, thirty-five. His eyes were lined with kohl, his cheeks rouged, his forehead pale with powder. But he wore a dark worsted suit, a good waistcoat crossed with a platinum chair, and his hair was cropped quite short and oiled back from a razor-line part. He moved painfully, as if he had been sitting for too long and he stretched against the stiffness of his muscles. "
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