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The Lady of the House of Love-2

        First of all,    luminosity si cauged in its yellotle lig room; tself into t of, of all ted dress of in draped y or sixty years out of fas once, obviously, intended for a y of ton of a mot o o enanted in ticulated garment in ant mantelpiece; tern o protect ress from too suddenly seeing, or t from too suddenly seeing her.

        So t it tle by little, as omed to t iful and    of a g on t o life again.

        tess stood beable, beside a pretty, silly, gilt-acracted attitude t    one of fligartled by try as if s requested it. itark raig , s broke     look; yet urbed, almost repelled, by raordinarily fles lips of a vibrant purplis    t aarveling cation of t s be only sixteen or seventeen years old, no more, iy of a ptive. Selaine of all this decay.

        itender precautions, t so sess s face. At t, tess let out a faint meure    s table and a butterfly dazzle of painted cards fell to t;o" of le and to ion. tsking under    on table until sesss nose.

        foro pick up    t, o    rotted aly encroac-looking fungi. rieved toget ne playt a grisly picture of a capering skeleton!    up    one anot oys bato a    see t of bones beranslut skin, a ed, as banjo picks.

        At ouco revive a little and almost smiled, raising .

        "Coffee," s;You must ; And scooped up o a pile so t t before    kettle, a silver coffee pot, cream jug, sugar basin, cups ready on a silver tray, a straoucated interior ed, submarine radiance.

        tittering noiselessly, departed, leaving ttle darker.

        teo time to plate aste a furtraits ained and peeling orted ed eyes t all ing resemblao tim of inbreeding ly filtering    breures o s o sound but t to iny cup of rose-painted a.

        "ele," sies of t, a voice t seemed to e elseill t. "ele to my ceau. I rarely receive visitors and ts a misfortune sies me ranger. . . ted, and my one panion, alas, s speak. Often I am so silent t I too,    o do so and nobody alk any more."

        S from a Limoges plate; ruck carillons from tique c do not move -- , a ventriloquists doll, or, more, like a great ingenious piece of clockrol; as if s s be an automaton, made of    and black fur, t could not move of its oe deserted    deeply moved . te dress empy, like a sad bine w ime ago and never reache fair.

        "And t. I must apologise for t. . . a ary affli of t;

        acles gave o    because it would s once, pcher bird.

        Vouse serez ma proie.

        You , msieu, like a n of marble. aining about you all t of t;Les Amoureux"    emerged from tumbling c seemed to me you epped off to my darkness and, for a moment, I t, per irradiate it.

        I do not mean to    you. I s for you in my brides dress in the dark.

        to the chamber which has been prepared for him.

        I am o solitude and dark; I do not mean to    you.

        I le.

        (And could love free me from t kno learn a new song?)

        See, ing for you in my wedding dress, w will all be over very quickly.

        You will feel no pain, my darling.

        Sed    possess ors sometimes e and peer out of t is very frigerious solitude of ambiguous states; sus sanguinary rosebud. tly forebears on to a perpetual repetition of their passions.

        (One kiss, y in the ood.)

        Nervously, to ceal    of insequential cter in Frencors leer and grima tries to tion.

        ruck, once again, by tory cla reaming er in tered tals of tal castle, no    a cat: he is a hero.

        A fual disbelief in u    true, o believe ones eyes. Not so muc    believe in akes off ream all t populate ted land, but, since o so y --    yet knoo be afraid of -- and due to    and foremost, an inbred, rung girl    too long and pale as a plant t never sees t, ary dition of    feel terror; so ale, inue could do trick.

        tion gives o the hero.

        o srenc t make him shudder.

        No is dark. Bats sside tigtered s eaten. ter es trig and diminiso a stop; ss oget ts nervously in a of ion squeak and gibber all around us. No tion, no tion. Surns ioen for t is diime. It is bed-time.

        Suivez-moi.

        Je vous attendais.

        Vouse serez ma proie.

        t;Diime, diime," g traits on tly rails; sed for    kno.

        t, scarcely believing o ar burn    catcears stitptation: "My clot to fall and you eries."

        So kiss, no o caress, only talons of a beast of prey. to touvite al embrace;    voice, su.

        Embraces, kisses; yolden ure of tarot card, yolden s eyes roll upake for t of love and not of deated marriage bed. Stark and dead, poor bicyclist;    ess and some t too .

        tomorrohes lasciviously of forbidden pleasures.

        Suivez-moi

        "Suivez-moi!"

        t, fearful for esss y, gingerly folloo to take ect ors whe walls.

        a macabre bedroom!

        ites, ing card of a brotyr assured en louis    sucage, t played t all tomer took end corpse. uredly refused tiation; ake criminal advantage of t, bone-dry, taloned    deny all tiise of error, tenderness?

        So delicate and damned, poor te damned.

        Yet I do believe s she is doing.

        S effitly joioget so pieces. So unfasten tears, trickle do take off akes off ual, it is no longer inexorable. t most. akes off to pieces on tiled floor. tion; and ted, mundane noise of breaking glass breaks tirely. S ters and iively smears tears across .    is so do now?

        o try to gats of glass togeto t, sc bead of blood form a drop. S    exercises upon ion.

        Into t brings t remedies of tly takes    still it spurts out. And so s o t better for her, had she lived, would have done.

        All tears fall from tinkle. ed aors turn aheir fangs.

        he pain of being human?

        the end of being.

        ters, tains, even t and air streamed in; no all afalque not ebony at all but black-painted paper stretcruts of re. tals from tside in to tly about t out and s     lark free because it perco sing s ecstatic m song. iff and a t for a pilloer    o bed.

        But norace of o be seen, except, ligossed across tin bedcover, a laegligee lig mig must ess must    up early to enjoy tside to gat to , coaxed to    and took it to t first, it exed tance for t,    up on to ts of t spread its o tcs trajectory    of joy in .

        to take o Zurico a ic; sreated for nervous eria. to an eye specialist, for opo a dentist, to put eeto better sent manicurist urn o tmares.

        tains are pulled back, to let in brilliant fusillades of early m ligion of ts at able in e dress,    before o sleep over tiny t are so fingered, so soiled, so ant s you o longer make t on any single one of t sleeping.

        Iiful and so, for t time, fully human.

        I ion of darkness.

        And I leave you as a souvenir thighs, like a flower laid on a grave. On a grave.

        My keeper tend to everything.

        u altends    go to ttended. And noerialised, er a searcly to Buc e restante, elegram summoning o rejoin    at once. Mucer,    into t pocket of    after    it so far a seem to be quite dead and, on impulse, because ted and patic, o try and resurrect ooter from to it, so t its ed on the surface.

        urned from t evening, t us rose drifted doone corridor of to greet an quarters brimmed , monstrous floy, t, brilliant, baleful splendour.

        day,    embarked for France.
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