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. She had to wear cream and a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown sash and a long skirt and her hair up. Taking her limbs was the only thing I could do short of killing her. You can test it out on us this Thanksgiving Sunday. She felt a semi-sharp object being gently impressed into her back. She could tell that he was furious in that instant. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. Two persons, besides the clergyman and sexton, alone attended the ceremony.
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