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“Go on, run after him, you fucking bootlicker,” sneers the awful Camille, leaning on a handy railing. “Buy some roses for him on the way.”
Saint-Just shudders. His cold face has not altered, even when letting out the anatomical words. He stares at Camille, memorizing him.
Camille says, enjoying himself, “I heard how you met him. Wrote to him, went up, and accosted him: ‘You are not the deputy for Arras, but the deputy who represents the whole world. Oh, let me shake your hand. No, let me kneel. Let me shake your foot—”
Saint-Just walks away after his master. Tanith Lee, from her fictional novel The Gods Are Thirsty (pg 258)
(Source : unspeakablevice)