Arthur B. Reeve

Arthur B. Reeve

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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  Constance Dunlap — Chapter 11 (1913)

“ In Adele's little apartment Constance was quick to note that the same haggard look had returned to her friend's face.
Adele had reached for her pocketbook with a sort of clutching eagerness and was about to leave the room.
Constance rose. "Why don't you give up the stuff?" she asked earnestly. "Don't you want to?"
For a moment Adele faced her angrily. Then her real nature seemed slowly to come to the surface. "Yes," she murmured frankly.
"Then why don't you?" pleaded Constance.
"I haven't the power. There is an indescribable excitement to do something great, to make a mark.
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  Constance Dunlap — Chapter 11 (1913)

“ There are two souls in the cocainist—one tortured by the pain of not having the stuff, the other laughing and mocking at the dangers of it. It stimulates. It makes your mind work—without effort, by itself. And it gives such visions of success, makes you feel able to do so much, and to forget. All the girls use it."
"Where do they get it?" asked Constance "I thought the new law prohibited it."
"Get it?" repeated Adele.
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  Constance Dunlap — Chapter 11 (1913)

“ Constance hesitated. Dr. Moreland Price was a well-known physician. All day and even at night, she knew, automobiles and cabs rolled up to his door and their occupants were, for the most part, stylishly gowned women.
"Oh, come on," urged Adele. "He doesn't charge as highly as people seem to think. Besides, I'll go with you and introduce you, and he'll charge only as he does the rest of us in the profession."
Constance's head throbbed frantically. She felt that she must have some relief soon. "All right," she agreed, "I'll go with you, and thank you, Adele."
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