Our heads swim with the thought of being together. Or else—Else it will be impossible that I can be his friend. 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. They fell into step again. Stir a foot, and I strike. ’ Jack gasped. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said.
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