Groups of boys took to ogling her as she walked frenetically from class to class. ‘I trust you were not altogether disgusted when I kissed you. “You are wrong! I did not think you thought such things. 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. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. “Now here hath been dawning another blue day; I’m just a poor woman, please take it away.
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