‘Gérard—’ ‘What now?’ he asked, rife with suspicion. 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. " "On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. Do not underestimate my power. He was a handsome man, and Lucy could see the strong resemblance of John to him.
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