Thank goodness you’ll understand. "Beg pardon," he said, "but isn't smoking allowed in the dining room?" "It probably is," answered Prudence, "but that in no wise mitigates the odiousness of the procedure. She entered the kitchen. ’ ‘Oh, she’ll be safe enough, Gerald. I loathe this room. For a long time to come that would naturally be the theme of any story he undertook to write. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner. The lad hesitated. 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. She was finally dead, going to Hell.
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