’ Total bullshit, if you ask me. 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. ” Lucy said, already exhausted by her friend. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. But a girl is soiled not only by evil but by the proximity of evil, and a reputation for rashness may do her as serious an injury as really reprehensible conduct. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. Take, if you please, your own pistol. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. Lucy slipped upstairs silently.
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