For that worthless father of yours—’ Melusine let go the hand only so that she might throw her own hands in the air. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. 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. He had gained admission somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna.
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