“One is always playing the surgeon, one kills always the thing one loves best. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. He shall have the estates. Because of the thought of love and companionship? No. .
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