What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian,
Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to
reason! Ah! she stirs. She was dressed in a little white frock,
with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain
fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. On the way home he was still thoughtful. There was a maiden aunt who lived in the North who
might let her live there for a few weeks until she
disappeared. He speaks English. 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. 1.
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