In the wild events which were to fol­low this girl had no part at all; he never saw her again un­til all his tale was over. And yet, in some in­des­crib­able way, she kept re­cur­ring like a motive in mu­sic through all his mad ad­ven­tures af­ter­wards, and the glory of her strange hair ran like a red thread through those dark and ill-drawn tapestries of the night.