She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. So it does. ” She looked into her glass. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. " Silence. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. But Gerald wouldn’t hear of it. And now she was witnessing or observing the complicated machinery of civilization through which they had come, at length to land on the beach of her island.
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