"Thanks to you," said the doctor. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him. When I think of those ateliers of ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt.
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