Shortly after entering her house [in Portman Square: If I lived there - said Milalias, impressed by the style and comfort of the apartment - I would write all the time in Portmanteaux words ... Already ready to live in this Portman expanse, to express and expound at Miss Grey's expense...], not far from where we met, she slammed down an enormous shot of whiskey without stopping to breathe. [To chase away the dog-day heat?]
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Larva - pg. 466
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