I want to fill it with fine and precious things. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely.
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