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‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. Take it, if I die. Do sit down, dear boy.
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