she danced in front of me , with her hair blowing in the breeze , a lithesome figure against the dark glittering sea ah , such beauty more beautiful even than my deborah i looked down and saw the glass was in my left hand , most strange , and she was filling it once more , and i was so thirsty for it that i drank it down as if it were ale taking my arm once more , she pointed the way down a steep path , which led perilously close to the edge , but i could see a roof beyond and light and what seemed a whitewashed wall 'do you think i am ungrateful for what you 've told me7 ' she said in my ear 'i am grateful we must talk more of your father , the physician , and of the ways of those men ' 'i can tell you many things , but not so that you use them to do evil ' i looked about me , stumbling still , and trying to see the slaves who played the drums and the horn , for surely they were very near the music seemed to echo off the rocks and off the trunks of the trees 'ah , and so you do believe in evil1 ' she laughed 'you are a man of angels and devils , and you would be an angel , like the angel michael who drove the devils into hell ' she placed her arm about me so that i did not fall , her breasts crushed up against me , and her soft cheek touching my shoulder 'i do not like that music , ' i said 'why must they play it ? '