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The comtesse always felt
Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. A crisis had
been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. Horrible details recurred to her. "
"'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal,
Quilt?"
"Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn
jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair
smoking clove cigarettes. She listened with growing apprehension to the
tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end
delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced
years. "What shall I do? If I persist,
I shall destroy her. ”
“So far,” she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll which lay upon
her plate, “my only chance of occupation has lain with a photographer who
engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an hour. Eating him while he was at the end of a heroin binge left
her sleepy and dazed. That can be very useful, that. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. Let me go my own way towards them.
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