“I think she would,” she decided. Beauty has bloomed and faded. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. There was a confused impression of livery carriages and whips with white favors, people fussily wanting other people to get in before them, and then the church. " "May be not," replied the old sailor, drily; "but you'll find it too stiff for you tonight, anyhow. ’ Then she ran swiftly out of the library, calling out as her cavalier was almost at the front door. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. 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. Her mouth was an effective tourniquet.
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