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Stanley professed a great solicitude to warm his hands. 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. It gave him plenty of time to obsess over his random crushes, which worried her. He found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech. “You will go and see her,” he begged. ’ The Mother Abbess—and indeed all the nuns, some of higher birth more fearful than others—were aghast at the horrors that had befallen the family Valade. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can.
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