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And [it] said nothing, but it smiled, in the manner of a cat who has not only devoured the cream and the canary, but also the chicken you were saving for dinner, and the crème brûlée that would have been dessert.

The Marquis de Carabas was not a good man, and he knew himself well enough to be perfectly certain that he was not a brave man. He had long since decided that the world, Above or Below, was a place that wished to be deceived, and, to this end, he had named himself from a lie in a fairy tale, and created himself - his clothes, his manner, his carriage - as a grand joke.

'When I was cleaning up the body ...' And she began to cry, in low, raging sobs, that sounded like they were being tugged from inside her.

'There. There,' said the Marquis de Carabis, awkwardly, patting her shoulder. And he added, for good measure, 'There.' He did not comfort well.

He continued, slowly, by a process of osmosis and white knowledge (which is like white noise, only more informative), to comprehend the city... London was a good place, and a fine city, but there is a price to be paid for all good places, and a price that all good places have to pay.