. And that would spoil it. She saw me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I live. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. Small blame to her. Brendon’s guests,” she said, “and I scarcely think it would be nice of me to leave him alone with Sydney. 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. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. I wanted to have something to give up.
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