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The music throbbed into the warnings that preceded the king’s irruption. “What do you mean?” she asked. She drank and drank until his body was a lifeless husk, as light as a mannequin, virtually hollow of all but the fluid in his bones. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. Nothing shall induce me to act contrary to the dictates of my conscience. Had to. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. The change in her face was not a pleasant one. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. No further responsibility whatever. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character.
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