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She closed her eyes, discerning the divinations he had been up to during her violin concert. I promised to put him in touch with some people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to. ” “It is a conspiracy,” she exclaimed. She crept out of the shadows. Women, she had been taught, who exposed the flesh of their bodies under the eyes of man were in a special catagory of the damned. 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. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English.
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