I was at work at it yesterday and the day before. But tell me one thing I don’t understand—tell me one thing: How can you help it by coming down into the battle and the mire? That’s the thing that concerns me. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. “Yes,” she said at last, “it is firm and affectionate. If you will think only of one trifling aspect—the inconvenience it must be to us to explain your absence—I think you may begin to realize what it all means for us. 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. Did the other girls thank you?” “Not really. ‘What mischief?’ ‘I don’t know, but I’ll go bail you’re at something.
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