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It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. 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. I felt somehow I’d hurt you. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. I don’t defend it. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. I don't want her hurt. His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. She heard him come in; the light burned on. The father was a madman.
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