’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. 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. But the world didn’t do that. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible.
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