Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors d’oeuvres. You can borrow any of my outfits anytime, you know. Even though I am going to sing at the ‘Unusual’ you may find that the ‘Alcide,’ whom you knew in Paris does not exist any more. You represent to me an enigma, the solution of which has become the one desire of my life.
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