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What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. Softly she rose to her feet. I didn’t allow myself to see things as they
were in those days; now I do. We shall have him on his
return. ‘He was very kind to me. ”
“The truth,” she murmured, with her eyes fixed upon him. I have been stupid and foolish. But this was long ago. She would flee
to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no
overarching systems of any use, where she could blend
with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper
folded round his throat. She
descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone.
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