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 “It shall be so with me.”

“My dear Perseus, you are growing sentimental.”

She turned from him with a low laugh and dashed into a lively theme. Through the bewildering maze of sound his mind wandered slowly, now entirely at fault, and now seeming to see with clearness. Yet so surely as he plunged forward, so surely did he return to the starting place. The labyrinth wound innumerable intricacies about him. He stumbled forward merely to grope his way back again.