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She bit her lip, frowning. Perhaps that other boy who visited you backstage at the
concert. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the
priesthood. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a
few feet away from him, guiltily. ”
“Then perhaps,” she answered, with a new coldness in her tone, “perhaps I really
do not care. “Um, he took me to the Big Apple. . Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to
the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. A hush descended across the audience as instruments
tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed
abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and
reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. Forgive me. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And,
laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again. I
want you to be clear what you’re really and truly up to, anyhow. 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. There was no
light in the room; but, notwithstanding this, the young man did not fail to detect
the buxom figure of Mrs.
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