Chapter 8: The Master and Marguerite
“She chose Raoul.” Every time it burst out of him with the same circling incomprehension. “The petulant sot, the fool: why, he was the last of us to know! He would have yielded her to me, yielded to the better man... Beauty, youth, wealth- he has none left, and still she cleaves to him. Ten long
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