" "I dare say no such thing," interposed his better half, authoritatively; "remain where you are, Sir. They do a good job, huh?” He smiled at her. “Aren’t we all just odds and ends of humanity —the left-overs, you know. She was suddenly grave. . “Don’t!” she begged. How the deuce did I ever manage to father such a brainless nincompoop? A nun, for God’s sake! A confounded Catholic nun. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters.
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