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’ Gerald hissed in a doubtful breath. Oh the back of her arm she found the faintest down of hair in the world. Waving a white flag, naturally. 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. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks. I felt I MUST do something anyhow, and up I came just as soon as I could to see you. ’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. It is dull—deadly dull. The intensity of the eyes and the defiant tone bewildered the doctor, who found his well-constructed jeremiad without a platform.
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