So she took up Stevenson and began to read aloud. With astonishment,
Gerald saw a rheumy film rimming his old commander’s eyes. Taking up a couple of large
stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an
oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. “No, John, you won’t understand. It is better that you go away now, I think. He had
done this a dozen times on the way from his office. ’
‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. 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. ’
‘Get rid of the wench,’ Roding said brutally. Now, for the cage,
my pretty canary-bird.
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