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- All night long I waited in the ante-room, raving as in a fever. Strange images
- hovered past my inner eye. I saw their meeting—their long exchange of looks. I
- saw her float through the hall in his arms, drunken, lying with half-closed
- lids against his breast. I saw him in the holy of holies of love, lying on the
- ottoman, not as slave, but as master, and she at his feet. On my knees I
- served them, the tea-tray faltering in my hands, and I saw him reach for the
- whip. But now the servants are talking about him.
- He is a man who is like a woman; he knows that he is beautiful, and he acts
- accordingly. He changes his clothes four or five times a day, like a vain
- In Paris he appeared first in woman's dress, and the men assailed him with
- love-letters. An Italian singer, famous equally for his art and his passionate
- intensity, even invaded his home, and lying on his knees before him threatened
- to commit suicide if he wouldn't be his.
- "I am sorry," he replied, smiling, "I should like to do you the favor, but you
- will have to carry out your threat, for I am a man."