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I cannot do it, David. 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. Just a friendly polite suggestion. Tell me I haven’t heard. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. Ann Veronica had no answer for a moment. " "Take hence this boy, then," rejoined Trenchard; "his looks unman me. ‘Give me that!’ He took his finger away from her neck and made a grab at the handkerchief. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. No! I do not even know that he cares for me.
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