I—I hurt myself. ‘What would you do in Valade’s place?’ ‘You mean, knowing that the girl was here and liable to queer my pitch?’ ‘Precisely. “I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity. I’ve got a streak of male. The mode of destruction makes no difference. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha.
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