She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. She was going to him soon and certainly, going to his strong, embracing arms. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin.
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