From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. “That’s the point. And for Suzanne and the vicomte, I am nothing. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement. His obtuse hands punched and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck with the last of his strength.
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