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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. “Thank you,” she said coolly. It is just the aim I have had in view all the time. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. I too can see it.
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