by Helrunar, copped from and inspired by Sax Rohmer
that lure of souls, mink ...
I do not mar my penitents with whips.
[ses cheveux sont d'un] clarté du soleil entrelacé...
it first produces complete paralysis and then brings about a blood change which converts living tissue to something as hard as marble.
if you can imagine one possessing the arts of Circe and the allurements of Calypso, the brains of Winston Churchill and the soul of a Himmler, you will have formed a rough impression of the Marquise Sumuru.
...she was dressed in a filmy Grecian robe, violet in hue. She resembled Circe, exacting homage.
A man with hands less delicate than the hooves of a mule! Are you mad?
Her laughter was divine music--with a counter-melody of hell interwoven.
Our Lady--"the greatest woman ever born."
He imagines that he has a sacred mission to destroy the work of Our Lady Sumuru. Others have thought this, Mr. Donovan. They might as well attempt to destroy the Himalayas.
"Most men are provokingly persistent." She gestured with a peacock fan.
Did the dark womb of Japan ever produce skin as white as mine? Am I shaped like a geisha?
...it might have amused me to permit those bearded lips to humble themselves upon my body...
Women scientists in your own country are so plain and stuffy, don't you think?
My warfare is intensive, but equally scientific.
When beauty rules, serenity will return.
...death can sometimes be the one graceful act in an otherwise ugly life...
Scotland Yard can never disturb my serenity.
In my home I preserve the traditions of a past grandeur.
...his beautiful, dreaded mistress.
her knowledge of drugs is phenomenal.
she more nearly resembled a nymph than a woman of flesh and blood.
those who know the meaning of a body turned to stone must be warned again.
Danger is best conquered by rejecting it, Philo.
You are grotesquely uncouth.
...so many physically fine men are such fools.
Plato would have put you in the infants' class if he had had one.
... the rulers of the future must be trained from childhood to rule. They must know. They must see. They must be immune from your sloppy sentimentalism. ...
You have noticed that my fur is perfumed with spikenard? The secret of its preparation is supposed to be lost, you know. It was highly prized in the days of the Caliphs.
Her word, I knew, was inviolable.
There are Circles in all the chief capitals. Our Lady had begun to form them before 1939.
She is the most wonderful woman in the world. And I approve of her aims. Who could disapprove? She wants to restore peace and beauty to life.
The genius of Sumuru began to appall him.
That exquisite laughter echoed weirdly around the denuded room.
but--for the present--I fear I must leave you in your ignorance, leave you in your own ugly world.
...the beauty of woman is a double-edged sword. Let the scabbard be strong.
Heralded by a shattering crash and followed instantly by a fiendish howling, the great bat [that was her secret jet getaway] rose from the ground, dipped, rose again and climbing like a rocket, shot up into the pall of fog, and was gone. Its eerie shriek died in remote distance.