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I had left Paris. Finally she decided upon a step that had always seemed reasonable to her, but that hitherto she had, from motives too faint for her to formulate, refrained from taking. I’ve been thinking, you know—I’m not sure that primarily the perception of beauty isn’t just intensity of feeling free from pain; intensity of perception without any tissue destruction. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. Beware of him, my son! Beware of him! You know not what villany he is capable of.
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