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While I stood listening, discreetly dumb, Lorraine was having the last word with me: “I know,” she said, “I know it, but you see Some creatures are born fortunate, and some Are born to be found out and overcome,-- Born to be slaves, to let the rest go free; And if I’m one of them (and I must be) You may as well forget me and go home.

“You tell me not to say these things, I know, But I should never try to be content: I’ve gone too far; the life would be too slow. Some could have done it--some girls have the stuff; But I can’t do it: I don’t know enough. I’m going to the devil.”--And she went.