The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him. I pray you, Gérard, do not fail me. 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. But—he was cleverer than any of you. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. I can withstand sunlight. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. ’ Fury was in her face. I have been insulted, and cursed at, and threatened with both pistol and dagger.
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