l tesy. I explained it . I o leave  feeling in any  tent imes I appreciate the delicacy of manner.

    e returned a er. Mucerms of findings and piecings togets. tion at ton o celebrate ot ching.

    Ser. “Congratulations, I  out my er er tuff in teens we had been drinking.

    “Geoffrey y for you. ing a song and s me to read a poem, but I  to do sometake t.” I pulled it from my knapsack and  to her.

    After teas Clifton broug a bottle of cognac ill t. ttle o be drunk t nig of our journey, Clifton’s funny song. to read from tories—tory of Candaules and  t story. It is early in ttle to do erested in. But it is of course a famous story. It alk about.

    tely in love  o Gyges, t pleasing to o describe ty of  above all measure.

    “Are you listening, Geoffrey?”  “Yes, my darling.”  o Gyges: “Gyges, I t you do not believe me y of my   men’s ears are less apt of belief trive t eventually I en open us for a clue to geograp Kat as a o ory was, as if shin quicksand while she spoke.

    “I believe indeed t s and I entreat you not to ask of me t  lao do.” But t I am saying to try you, or of my  any o you from rive it so from t t s perceive t sory of ory from us. I eased  reading it to erior motive in tion except for t ory t s familiarity of situation.

    But a patself in real life. Even t conceived it as a first errant step in any way. I am sure.

    “I er I o lie do near trance of ts as sakes to gaze at  full leisure.”  But Gyges is nessed by tands t cry.