" Silence. “You may talk—if you can talk cheerfully, not unless. Cast off this weakness. 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. When the paroxysm passed, he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. But you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine.
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