On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. If you could see how it gives them souls, women who have taken things for granted, who have given themselves up altogether to pettiness and vanity. She no longer felt sick or dizzy, her muscles returned to a relaxed, supple state. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you.
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