She leaned back in her chair. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. Latterly I’ve been doing things. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. She didn’t like the shops, she didn’t like the other women’s faces; she thought the smirking men in frock-coats who dominated these establishments the most intolerable persons she had ever had to face. “I know that our social order is dreadful enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. When I told them I was going to your house today, my dad told me to either ask for lessons or bring my violin to give to you permanently since I was not ever going to use it. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. We’ll find a way to survive. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead.
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