The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. It brought no coconut. He made it more and more evident to her that her proper course was not to earn a salary but to accumulate equipment. 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. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. "I allude to an individual, who has since acquired an infamous notoriety as a thief-taker; but who, in those days, was himself the associate of thieves. Sheppard. B. "Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. Through all he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one moved.
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