The attempt was unsuccessful. 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. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded her with his rather too protuberant eyes. ’ The lady uttered a scornful sound. The villagers were thronging to church. She leaped suddenly at a desperate resolution, and in one moment had made it into a new self. The stage manager came out from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. As it is not, however, our intention to furnish a complete catalogue of these curiosities, we shall merely mention that in front of them lay a large and sharp knife, once the property of the public executioner, and used by him to dissever the limbs of those condemned to death for high-treason; together with an immense two-pronged flesh-fork, likewise employed by the same terrible functionary to plunge the quarters of his victims in the caldrons of boiling tar and oil. For on reaching the second floor, a swishing sound came to Gerald’s ears, as of someone moving about.
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