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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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