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 had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. I will be as silent as the grave. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. She had mentioned the address where she and her sister had lived. I don't know what you have done; I don't want to know now. The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the silence became oppressive.
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