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\"I’ve never been to any of Lincoln’s dances. 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. The coach was slowing down, and he realised that they had arrived in Golden Square. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. Capes flashed to an understanding of her intention, sprang to his feet, and opened the door for her retreat. Sheppard, with a deep sigh, perceiving that her benefactor hesitated to pronounce the word.
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