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XII Apollo's Lyre
ThenknowthateachofmyvisitstoErikincreasedmyhorrorofhim;foreachofthosevisits,insteadofcalminghim,asIhoped,madehimmadwithlove!AndIamsofrightened,sofrightened!..."
"Youarefrightened...butdoyouloveme?IfErikweregood-looking,wouldyouloveme,Christine?"
Sheroseinherturn,puthertwotremblingarmsroundtheyoungman’sneckandsaid:
"Oh,mybetrothedofaday,ifIdidnotloveyou,Iwouldnotgiveyoumylips!Takethem,forthefirsttimeandthelast."
Hekissedherlips;butthenightthatsurroundedthemwasrentasunder,theyfledasattheapproachofastormandtheireyes,filledwithdreadofErik,showedthem,beforetheydisappeared,highupabovethem,animmensenight-birdthatstaredatthemwithitsblazingeyesandseemedtoclingtothestringofApollo’slyre.
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