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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. I do not choose the vicomte, for that would be foolish. And I'll have supper with you. “Compromise—and kindness. She could run away from him, if she wished, as she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked.
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