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. ‘Leonardo again,’ he growled. Urging his steed along Oxford Road,—
as that great approach to the metropolis was then termed,—he soon passed
Marylebone Lane, beyond which, with the exception of a few scattered houses,
the country was completely open on the right, and laid out in pleasant fields and
gardens; nor did he draw in the rein until he arrived at Tyburn-gate, where,
before he turned off upon the Edgeware Road, he halted for a moment, to glance
at the place of execution. It was not for a week or
a month. "
There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the
inclination to confess. These were the Master's body-guard. We haven’t. Not even, it
seemed, this interfering monsieur le major. His bravado waxed and he asked her to what would be
her first date in nearly twenty years. Later on—well then the time may come. "Well?" he whispered.
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