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 could have little comfort there, indeed. The cultivated indifference, which
was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. "You'll feel better after it. I’m a little tired. Ramage looked at her for a long and discriminating interval without speaking. "He acts queerly, too. She let them
fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight
giving her a celestial touch. Naturally you shout yourself
hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself. It is not a dissipated face. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to
the floor to make use of its much-needed support.
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