From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. " "I'm sorry. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. ‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére.
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