’ She was backing across the room, moving towards the screen. She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat. But now Ann Veronica knew what was the matter with her. There he stands. 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. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. She could not apply it in this instance because she was not sure the application would be correct. ’ ‘It is you who is absurd,’ countered Melusine, the spark returning to her eye. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter.
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