This remote country, lacking in opportunity for legitimate expression, held secrets of bestial and gross departures from nature.

Here was Zoe, young and beautiful.

What did our kindred blood have to do with the matter of my desire?
I had not grown up with her, and it would be natural enough if I did not feel toward her as a brother.

Incest was common enough around here.

As to Lamborn, Zoe was a nigger, and the spoil of any one who wanted her.