This was no night for the indulgence of
dreamy musing. 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. That is why I would not marry this man whom I did and whom I do
care for a little. Chapter XXII
AN OLD FOOL
Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. "I
must go. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different
air. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. “What made
you think” he said, abruptly, with the gleam of avidity in his face, “that love
makes people happy?”
“I know it must. He seemed to be thinking hard. You can
enjoy him and then drink him up. ‘And certainly I
wish that Joan will come with us.
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