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“I thought you weren’t keeping up to the mark. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. I am yours for the making over. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon.
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