Wild had escaped. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. Even an unlikely episode such as this could not be ignored. She found herself talking to Capes in an undertone of rational admission. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. I don't know how to explain it," said Spurlock, "but music hits women queerly.
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