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“I shall leave the flat to you and go to a hotel. She wore a wonderful dress of turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she knew very well now that she would never attend. “Yes,” she said, very faintly. Nothing seemed to be amiss. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. "Never, Ma'am!" echoed Mr. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. "Drink your peg; don't bother about me. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment.
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