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“What do you have to say to that?“
“Oh, very little, to be sure, Master Kosta. It’s so hard to think, overawed as I am with the sublime genius of your plan.“
“That bears some vague resemblance to sarcasm.“
“God forfend,“ said Jean. “You wound me! Your inexpressible criminal virtues have triumphed again, as inevitably as the tides come and go. I cast myself at your feet and beg for absolution. Yours is the genius that nourishes the heart of the world.“
“And now you’re—“
“If only there was a leper handy,“ interrupted Jean, "so you could lay your hands on and magically heal him.“ (en) |
