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. They went on talking in the train—it seemed to her father a slight want of deference to him—and he listened and pretended to read the Times. I had a vague sort of idea that this was the region where one finds apartments, so I told my cabman to drive in this direction while I sat inside his vehicle and endeavoured to form a plan of campaign. “Get you a cold one?” “No thanks. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. Even he was not oblivious to it, and after about two minutes of awkward French kissing, he pulled away. By George, I forgot! McClintock said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it.
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