But you don't understand. Get me away from here--come with
me--call a cab.'
"Well, I got into the cab with him. We had a chauffeur whom we
used to have in the old days. We drove furiously, avoiding the
traffic men. He told the driver to take us to my apartment--and--
and that is the last I remember, except a scuffle in which I was
dragged from the cab on one side and he on the other."
She had opened her handbag and taken from it a little snuff-box,
like that which we had seen in the den.
"I--I can't go on," she apologised, "without this stuff."
"So you are a cocaine fiend, also?" remarked Kennedy.
"Yes, I can't help it. There is an indescribable excitement to do
something great, to make a mark, that goes with it. It's soon
gone, but while it lasts I can sing and dance, do anything until
every part of my body begins crying for it again. I was full of
the stuff when this happened yesterday; had taken too much, I
guess."
The change in her after she had snuffed some of the crystals was
magical.
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