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And would finally turn into Lust, but that in the nick of time

CHAPTER SIX

Ichabod22

"Media, I love you," said John.

"We have come to the real Island," said Media.

"But oh, alas!" said he, "so long our bodies why do we forbear23?"

"Else a great prince in prison lies," sighed she.

"No one can understand the mystery of our love," said he.

At that moment a brisk, hobnailed step was heard and a tall young man strode into the room carrying a light in his hand. He had coal-black hair and a straight mouth like the slit in a pillar-box, and he was dressed in various kinds of metal wire. As soon as he saw them he burst into a great guffaw. The lovers instantly sprang up and apart.

"Well, Brownie," said he, "at your tricks again?"

"Don't call me that name," said Media, stamping her foot. "I have told you before not to call me that."

The young man made an obscene gesture at her, and then turned to John, "I see that old fool of a father of mine has been at you."

"You have no right to speak that way of father," said Media. Then, turning to John, her cheeks flaming, her breast heaving, she said, "All is over. Our dream--is shattered. Our mystery--is profaned. I would have taught you all the secrets of love, and now you are lost to me for ever. We must part. I shall go and kill myself," and with that she rushed from the room.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Non est Hic24

"Don't bother about her," said the young man. "She has threatened that a hundred times. She is only a brown girl, though she doesn't know it."

The "modern" literary movement offers to "debunk" it

"A brown girl!" cried John. "And your father..."

"My father has been in the pay of the Brownies all his life. He doesn't know it, the old chucklehead. Calls them the Muses, or the Spirit, or some rot. In actual fact, he is by profession a pimp."

"And the Island?" said John.

"We'll talk about it in the morning. Ain't the kind of Island you're thinking of. Tell you what. I don't live with my father and my precious sister. I live in Eschropolis25 and I am going back tomorrow. I'll take you down to the laboratory and show you some real poetry. Not fantasies. The real thing."

"Thank you very much," said John.

Then young Mr. Halfways found his room for him and the whole of that household went to bed.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Great Promises

Gus Halfways was the name of Mr. Halfways' son. As soon as he rose in the morning he called John down to breakfast with him so that they might start early on their journey. There was no one to hinder them, for old Halfways was still asleep and Media always had her breakfast in bed. When they had eaten, Gus brought him into a shed beside his father's house and showed him a machine on wheels.

"What is this?" said John.

"My old bus," said young Halfways. Then he stood back with his head on one side and gazed at it for a bit: but presently he began to speak in a changed and reverent voice.

"She is a poem. She is the daughter of the spirit of the age. What was the speed of Atalanta26 to her speed? The beauty of Apollo to her beauty?"

Now beauty to John meant nothing save glimpses of his Island, and the machine did not remind him of his Island at all: so he held his tongue.

"Don't you see?" said Gus. "Our fathers made images of what they

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