" Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. “Lucy, that is so sad. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. "Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly. As though accidentally she swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to her own. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication.
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