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"Now drink whatever toast you like," I told her "I a to drink

one to the time when you don't hate me so much and we can have a little

quiet friendship and peace"

She sipped her glass, and her eyes beca of I do not know

I findthose eyes all the tih them, they are as expressive of all shades of eh the beautiful Madonna tenderness I have never seen

again since the day when she held the child in her arms, and I was rude

to her

When ent back into the salon I knew that I was passionately in love

with her Her restiveness is absolutely alluring, and excites allinstinct She looks quite lovely, and the subtle netism which

drew me the first days, even when she appeared poor and shabby, and red

of hand, is stronger than ever--I felt that I wanted to crush her in my

arms and devour her, the blood thumped in my temples, I had to use every

atom of my ith myself, and lay back in ht to the piano and began to play It see me of the passion in her soul She played

weird Russian dances and crashed agonizing chords, then she played

la of McDowell's, and every