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Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. Their heads touched again, their arms tightened. I freely forgive you. " "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. 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. You had better go to bed. I don’t quite know why. ‘Idiot!’ ‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to hold her off.
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