It worked. We stepped from the Embassy into the motor—and oh! I thought that he was dead. The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people wear to Phys. One day she awoke and he was cavorting about underneath the covers. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Eating him while he was at the end of a heroin binge left her sleepy and dazed.
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