Quite Like Old Times,' The Room Says.

There Are Always Two Deaths, The Real One And The One People Know About.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

Now At Last I Know Why I Was Brought Here And What I Have To Do.

Stephan Was Secretive And A Liar, But He Was A Very Gentle And Expert Lover. She Was The Petted, Cherished Child, The Desired Mistress, The Worshipped, Perfumed Goddess. She Was All These Things To Stephan - Or So He Made Her Believe.

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.