“But you must forgive me, John. "My janizaries are within call," returned Wild. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you. 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. He heard the door close; and in a little while he fell into a doze; and there came a dream filled with broken pictures, each one of which the girl dominated. “Further than that, I am amazed that you should dare to allude to those few moments, to that single moment of folly. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. “You will have some tea?” she asked. It was of no use, she let him do it as she could not be strangled. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood.
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