’ Roding started. She trembled; but she did not know why. . He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. There was a black fear in his heart. We can get absorbed in play, in games, in the business we do. . "I am no murderer," replied Sheppard. . 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. There came to O'Higgins the discouraging knowledge that upon the heels of a wonderful chase—blindman's buff in the dark—would come a stretch of dull inaction.
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