“How can you change people’s ideas if you have no power?” said Kitty Brett. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. 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. He, therefore, desires to interrogate him. She kept her eyes closed. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. Ah Cum turned to his own affairs, blissfully ignorant that this tub was, within forty-eight hours, to cost him fifty gold.
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