And Rollo, who had been waiting for some encouraging sound, presented
himself at the doorway. His reputation was slightly tainted by his
marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired
beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among
each other to the faint notes of a lyre. “I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and
in the same style. There is something inconglomerate about us. ‘Merely making a useful contact. . But, feeling secure of
vengeance, he determined to abide his time. Having disposed of his steed and
swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw
himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. She was nestled
under his bedspread.
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