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CHAPTER XXI. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. "Then, by Heaven! you are a dead man!" replied Jack, cocking a pistol, and pointing it deliberately at his head. 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. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could be. People had started filling the hall: instrumentalists, overly conscientious parents. You ignore me! That’s not a good way to treat your only friend. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart.
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