She is more dear to me than anything else. Like a trollop in heat. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. Not so bad.
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