MY BRIDE! WHAT BRIDE? I HAVE NO BRIDE!

TO LIVE, FOR ME, JANE, IS TO STAND ON A CRATER-CRUST WHICH MAY CRACK AND SPUE FIRE ANY DAY.
JANE, JANE, YOU ARE QUITE PALE WITH YOUR VIGILS: DON’T YOU CURSE ME FOR DISTURBING YOUR REST? Curse you? No, sir. SHAKE HANDS IN CONFIRMATION OF THE WORD. WHAT COLD FINGERS! THEY WERE WARMER LAST NIGHT WHEN I TOUCHED THEM AT THE DOOR OF THE MYSTERIOUS CHAMBER.

JANE, JANE, YOU ARE QUITE PALE WITH YOUR VIGILS: DON’T YOU CURSE ME FOR DISTURBING YOUR REST?

Curse you? No, sir.

SHAKE HANDS IN CONFIRMATION OF THE WORD. WHAT COLD FINGERS! THEY WERE WARMER LAST NIGHT WHEN I TOUCHED THEM AT THE DOOR OF THE MYSTERIOUS CHAMBER.

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