As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. "I understand," replied the stranger, unable to repress a smile. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. Mr. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. 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.
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