A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to overtake him. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him.
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