By Nan Robertson · The New York Times · September 1982
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"I went dancing the night before in a black velvet Paris gown, on one of those evenings that was the glamour of New York epitomized. I was blissfully asleep at 3 A.M. Twenty-four hours later, I lay dying, my fingers and legs darkening with gangrene."
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