” She laughed. Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist. This incredible scene robbed him of the sense of locomotion. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul.
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