Book3:WereMyDreamIs

esea,fortheeventsofhispastdreamswherehehadseenit.Vioexcimedsoftly,“Ah!Thememoryofmypastlifehasebae!Thispairofstiletto,whichIhavelongsincefotten,washiddehiscase.ShesaidtoMr.Finger,“Gmethatpairofshoes.Iwanttogeintoit.”

    ThesoftvoicesoundedinMr.Finger’searslikeanightingale’ssong.HepickedupthepairofshoesasifinatrandwalkedupthestepstoVio’sthrone,kdownandtookoffthepairofgem-studdedshoesshehadonherfoot.Thesightofherwhite,jade-likefootbeforehiseyesfullyarousedhimandhefoundithardtotrolhisexcitement.Heheldherfootinhishandandcarefullyfo,evenputtinghisfacedowntokissit.Intheend,herelutlypickedupthestilettoandputitonforherveryunwillingly.ButMr.Fiillkonthegroundcaressinghercalfmurmuring,“HowluckyIamtoh