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So I hustled the poor thing into my car and
brought her here. All the way she kept crying over and over:
'Look, don't you see it? She's afire! Her lips shine--they shine,
they shine.' I think the girl is demented and has had some
hallucination."
"Too vivid for a hallucination," remarked Kennedy decisively. "It
was too real to her. Even the opiate couldn't remove the picture,
whatever it was, from her mind until you had given her almost
enough to kill her, normally. No, that wasn't any hallucination.
Now, Walter, I'm ready."


III
THE SYBARITE

We found the Novella Beauty Parlour on the top floor of an office-
building just off Fifth Avenue on a side street not far from
Forty-second Street. A special elevator, elaborately fitted up,
wafted us up with express speed. As the door opened we saw a vista
of dull-green lattices, little gateways hung with roses, windows
of diamond-paned glass get in white wood, rooms with little white
enamelled manicure-tables and chairs, amber lights glowing with
soft incandescence in deep bowers of fireproof tissue flowers.


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