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. “Why?” “I still love you. "I'll not believe it. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. “What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. She was shocked. The performance over, he relaxed and closed his eyes.
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