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. Lead, worth nothing at all until Hoddy picked them up; then they became full of magic. To-morrow they will all be contradicted. ‘Come, I am concerned merely for your safety, you know. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile across the table at him, “is here. “I do not blame him. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family.
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