. 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. She
would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard,
even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory
of his ardor. A door in this house
opened upon the yard. The
queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was
symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. “I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances,” he answered. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a
triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and
very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother.
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