She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. . ” “Every one wants to be independent,” said Ann Veronica. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware. 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. “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. ’ ‘But why?’ asked Melusine, astonished, and somewhat overwhelmed by the other girl’s volubility.
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