She had nothing to say for herself. "You want me, then?" she said. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. It was long and narrow, a well-lit, wellventilated, quiet gallery of small tables and sinks, pervaded by a thin smell of methylated spirit and of a mitigated and sterilized organic decay. Oh! and love—love! We’ve had so splendid a time, and fought our fight and won.
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