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Chapter 36

           AsIreachedtheportiéreandliftedit,someinstinctmademelookbackatthedreadpictureoftheleading"society"beautysittingstarkandlividpalebeforeherownstarkandlivid-paleimageintheglasswhata"fashion-plate"shewouldmakenow,Ithought,forafrivolousandhypocritical"ladies’paper!"

           "Yousayyouarenotdead,Sibyl!"Imutteredaloud—"Notdead,butliving!Then,ifyouarealive,whereareyou,Sibyl?——whereareyou?"

           Theheavysilenceseemedfraughtwithfearfulmeaningthelightoftheelectriclampsonthecorpseandontheshimmeringsilkgarmentwrappedrounditappearedunearthlyandtheperfumeintheroomhadagrave-likeearthysmell.Apanicseizedme,anddraggingfranticallyattheportiéretillallitsvelvetfoldsweredrawnthicklytogether,ImadehastetoshutoutfrommysightthehorriblefigureofthewomanwhosebodilyfairnessIhadlovedinthecustomarywayofsensualmenandleftherwithoutsomuchasapardoningorpityingkissoffarewellonthecoldbrow.For,...afterallIhadMyselftothinkof,...andShewasdead!

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