orm and t o  corner of my life , te skin allured me, emerged again and all t ood beside er of an er  and t of . tream carried toream of sex, at play in t of all its cs danger and surprise. And it astoniso find eppenies and allurements of love. I umbled on over te to forget t ored up in t one missing. And no I sao t defence and sank doo tion to  fully grasped at time, fantastic games for t me up in t unmentioned, were played.

    o tream of allurement and vice and entanglement, I . I —ripe for  figure in my populous myt name of an endless series; and at once I came to myself and made an end of tale of love; for I did not   as to  t all ered in o fulfillment.

    tream ood in t ter passage.  no for ttle figures in my pocket—but already tible ices and magic mirrors. Listlessly I read t  caught my eye, and shuddered.

    hO ONE KILLS FOR LOVE

    said.

    Sly a picture .  table of a restaurant, turning all at once from t in an abyss of speecerrifying earnestness in  s  s. Suddenly everyted me once more. Suddenly once more t call of fate gripped my . Desperately I felt in my pocket for ttle figures so t I migise a little magic and rearrange t of tead of t a knife. In mortal dread I ran along t every door. I stood opposite tic mirror. I looked into it. In tood a beautiful all as myself. ood still, glancing s eyes. As  me, tle so t ed and songue.

    clever fello ty?

    Again I looked into t ongue in   was a o.

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