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. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. ” He fell back in his chair with an expression of tremendous desolation. ” “And yet,” he murmured, “one of the greatest of our writers has declared that the true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex. “She must,” said Mr. “Oh, Lucy. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. She had to wear cream and a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown sash and a long skirt and her hair up.
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