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“That was a moment of madness,” she said. ” He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the electric light. To call yourself ‘Alcide’! Your hair, your gestures, your voice, all mine! Oh, how dared you do it?” “You must not forget,” Anna said calmly, “that it is necessary for me also—to live. It slid off flimsily. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. It made her laugh, which in turn made him laugh. But we’ve got the brains to get over that, and tongues in our heads to talk to each other. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, on which were glass jars, retorts, countless bottles and many appliances of surgical science. He told her something about music, the great world outside.
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