’ ‘Why must you?’ asked Gerald calmly. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond measure. Do you know the story of Orpheus? He was a musician who followed his damned wife into Hell to bring her back? He was one of us, I believe. ‘I have an excellent excuse to remain comfortably ensconced in my parlour here, able to indulge in my favourite pastime. ‘When I thought to make them sympathique for me, with a little tear, you understand, and some tricks feminine of this kind—’ ‘Feminine tricks, too?’ cut in Gerald admiringly, controlling a quivering lip. 1. We’ll go. Perhaps I ate something spoiled for breakfast.
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