When the twins had first come to live in the 208 house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying for food. 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. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance. It was the gratification of an immense necessity. "Well reminded," answered Rowland, who had witnessed his struggles with a smile of gratified vengeance; "I had forgotten the accursed imp in this confusion. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident.
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