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"It reminds you of a red sea suddenly petrified. ‘What are you, a nincompoop? She was Nicholas’s wife, of course. " "But, Mac. Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. Leonardo would not have married her. 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. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Alban's to-night.
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