She could run away from him, if she wished, as she had run away from her father; she could carry out the original adventure. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. Glad to get back, I’m sure,” he said briskly. 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. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity.
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