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. ‘Give me my pistol!’
Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. ”
Anna shook her head. It is generally deficient in
the qualities it prides itself upon most. Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a
vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost
something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life. “It’s very good,” she
said. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a
capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold.
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