Courtlaw found the study in Cariolus’ studio. “I say!” he said, without any movement. He was a comforting, humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in psychology and physiognomy. 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. Even if you were sick in the mind and did not understand what you were doing, it's a mighty cruel thing you have done. I was rude and stupid. It is to take place to-night.
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