I don’t care. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. “You!” said Ann Veronica. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and
sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. ‘Wait a
minute, though. He was in front of one of
the more imposing of the cafés chantants—opposite, illuminated with a whole
row of lights, was the wonderful poster which had helped to make ‘Alcide’
famous. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the
narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. ‘You are wise, Marthe. .
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