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The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. I can keep you. You will torture yourself and torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative.
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