2. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the
parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace,
and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place
afforded. 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 poor. Why is the door
fastened? Open it directly!"
"Are you alone?" asked Jack, mimicking the voice of Kneebone. ‘I did not think so. She rose at once with a little
exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. It has been a
marvellous day—and I am going to England. Brendon’s guests,” she said, “and I scarcely think it would be nice
of me to leave him alone with Sydney.
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