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Brissenden
panted
and
gasped
painfully
for
a
moment
,
then
began
to
chuckle
.
"
You
had
made
me
eternally
your
debtor
had
you
shaken
out
the
flame
,
"
he
said
.
"
My
nerves
are
on
a
hair
-
trigger
these
days
,
"
Martin
apologized
.
"
Hope
I
didn
’
t
hurt
you
.
Here
,
let
me
mix
a
fresh
toddy
.
"
"
Ah
,
you
young
Greek
!
"
Brissenden
went
on
.
"
I
wonder
if
you
take
just
pride
in
that
body
of
yours
.
You
are
devilish
strong
.
You
are
a
young
panther
,
a
lion
cub
.
Well
,
well
,
it
is
you
who
must
pay
for
that
strength
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
Martin
asked
curiously
,
passing
aim
a
glass
.
"
Here
,
down
this
and
be
good
.
"
"
Because
—
"
Brissenden
sipped
his
toddy
and
smiled
appreciation
of
it
.
"
Because
of
the
women
.
They
will
worry
you
until
you
die
,
as
they
have
already
worried
you
,
or
else
I
was
born
yesterday
.
Now
there
’
s
no
use
in
your
choking
me
;
I
’
m
going
to
have
my
say
.
This
is
undoubtedly
your
calf
love
;
but
for
Beauty
’
s
sake
show
better
taste
next
time
.
What
under
heaven
do
you
want
with
a
daughter
of
the
bourgeoisie
?
Leave
them
alone
.
Pick
out
some
great
,
wanton
flame
of
a
woman
,
who
laughs
at
life
and
jeers
at
death
and
loves
one
while
she
may
.
There
are
such
women
,
and
they
will
love
you
just
as
readily
as
any
pusillanimous
product
of
bourgeois
sheltered
life
.
"
"
Pusillanimous
?
"
Martin
protested
.
"
Just
so
,
pusillanimous
;
prattling
out
little
moralities
that
have
been
prattled
into
them
,
and
afraid
to
live
life
.
They
will
love
you
,
Martin
,
but
they
will
love
their
little
moralities
more
.
What
you
want
is
the
magnificent
abandon
of
life
,
the
great
free
souls
,
the
blazing
butterflies
and
not
the
little
gray
moths
.
Oh
,
you
will
grow
tired
of
them
,
too
,
of
all
the
female
things
,
if
you
are
unlucky
enough
to
live
.
But
you
won
’
t
live
.
You
won
’
t
go
back
to
your
ships
and
sea
;
therefore
,
you
’
ll
hang
around
these
pest
-
holes
of
cities
until
your
bones
are
rotten
,
and
then
you
’
ll
die
.
"
"
You
can
lecture
me
,
but
you
can
’
t
make
me
talk
back
,
"
Martin
said
.
"
After
all
,
you
have
but
the
wisdom
of
your
temperament
,
and
the
wisdom
of
my
temperament
is
just
as
unimpeachable
as
yours
.
"
They
disagreed
about
love
,
and
the
magazines
,
and
many
things
,
but
they
liked
each
other
,
and
on
Martin
’
s
part
it
was
no
less
than
a
profound
liking
.
Day
after
day
they
were
together
,
if
for
no
more
than
the
hour
Brissenden
spent
in
Martin
’
s
stuffy
room
.
Brissenden
never
arrived
without
his
quart
of
whiskey
,
and
when
they
dined
together
down
-
town
,
he
drank
Scotch
and
soda
throughout
the
meal
.
He
invariably
paid
the
way
for
both
,
and
it
was
through
him
that
Martin
learned
the
refinements
of
food
,
drank
his
first
champagne
,
and
made
acquaintance
with
Rhenish
wines
.
