” “All we shall get,” said Ann Veronica. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. “I don’t think she quite sees the harm of those people or the sort of life to which they would draw her,” she said. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her.
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