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Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look. You think you love this other man! No doubt you do love him. You need only answer me truthfully and you have nothing to fear. I have said that I am but a nun now. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. We could have secured you when you left the Mint. I love him!" She was weak and dizzy: from horror as much as from physical exertion. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night.
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