But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the
promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an
intrusion. 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. ”
He stood looking at the preparations before them with an unusual preoccupation
of manner, then roused himself to take her jacket, a little awkwardly, and hand it
to the waiter who hung it in the corner of the room. “I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and
in the same style. ‘It is necessary that one is at all times ready to protect oneself,’ explained the
young lady flatly. "It is the voice of inspiration," said Thames; "and I receive it as a solemn
command. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and
you can’t think and all the rest of it. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley's he brought back a packet of
letters, magazines, and newspapers. Go away!”
“Why kill this one, Lucia? She shall be missed.
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