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. ’ ‘Then what?’ demanded Lucilla in a hushed tone. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. I'll try to fill in the gaps. She’s a snob. “It was a plot amongst them all to humiliate her. Her mother…. Tears sprang to her eyes.
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