He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. ’ ‘For God’s sake,’ protested his junior. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. But one thing troubled him, and because of it he might never arrive on the beach. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. 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. Did he see him, this Monsieur Charvill?’ ‘I don’t rightly know, miss,’ confessed Kimble. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. She wondered abjectly whether he intended to rape her before she was dead.
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