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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. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. If all wives were of my mind and my spirit, husbands would soon be taught their own insignificance. ’ ‘Eh bien, you are not a saint,’ Melusine snapped. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing.
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