That’s got his nerves to rags. ” She shivered. “In it lies the secret poison he used to turn you into an Oracle. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch. You should go home today and get some rest. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. Sometimes I think you would have been much better off if you had been born in death-worshipping Egypt instead of in the Fourteenth Century. She pulled him down by his lapels and arched her head readily towards his neck.
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