"What good would it do you to destroy me? For I have courage to kill myself. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. ” She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. " "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. An uncomfortable silence followed. "Alone?" "Not exactly, Sir. How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her.
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