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“It’s a flabby, loose-willed world we have to face. 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. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. You're alone, too, child. I’ve been waiting all my life to get out of this town. Lucy arranged her hair as Michelle had taught her instead of combing it out. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. ” “We might even have—given it up for them!” “I wonder if we could.
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