What did Ginger say to Fusel that made him sit back and shut up?
What did I say to Fusel, and he to me, that I can't remember, even now, when he's gone?
Why was I thinking about all of this as we, the happy band of comrades, went in to Gethsemet?
I don't know.
And it smelt of rotten peaches inside the gatehouse. Although I think this may have been synaesthesia brought on by the sickly orange glow.
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