She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. To die intestate was unforgiveably irresponsible. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her.
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