No matter. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her
indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin
me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?”
He got up and began to pace the room. 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. Later in the evening she heard him whistling, poor
man!
She felt very restless and excited. "
"It matters not. “I will be off,” she declared. There was one verse that haunted and mocked
her. ”
“I married pretty young,” said Capes. E. I have always
managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop
talking about her parents. "
"You had better write them for me, Mr. All other things were
without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would
have to depend upon her for his life. ’
She tossed her head. .
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