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. She shook them off of one foot. I have tried not to tell you—tried to be simply your friend. “It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said.
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