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" "Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel, in broken English. This unexpected interpolation might spoil the efficacy of all that had gone before. 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.
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