he would love me. I would be in raptures. And I would love him, oh, madly, madly!
"What would you have me do, little MacLane?" the Devil would say.
"I would have you conquer me, crush me, know me," I would answer.
"What shall I say to you?" the Devil would ask.
"Say to me, 'I love you, I love you, I love you,' in your strong, steel, fascinating voice. Say it to me often, always—a million times."
"What would you have me do, little MacLane?" he would say again.
I would answer: "Hurt me, burn me, consume me with hot love, shake me violently, embrace me hard, hard in your strong, steel arms, kiss me with wonderful burning kisses—press your lips to mine with passion, and your soul and mine would meet then in an anguish of joy for me!"
"How shall I treat you, little MacLane?"
