She ran her gaze over him, and allowed her eyelashes to flutter down. It was as if she had grown right past her father into something older and of infinitely wider outlook, as if he had always been unsuspectedly a flattened figure, and now she had discovered him from the other side. The small bed’s hospital corners had been put into disarray by Michelle’s crying fit. Charley Pevenill was our host. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. She heard them diving after her, and noted their starting eyes as they spied the opened panel. Men are against her. 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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