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"Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. I expect company. The freezing water reached her chin and she felt the heat of her body dispersing, creating a disappearing patch of warmth as her limbs froze. 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. She fell into a pleasant dream of positions and work. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. Then she sang. ” “That will follow,” said Kitty Brett—“that will follow.
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