Taber and no one comment upon it. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. "I'll call you when you're wanted. 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. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. Her mind went on generalizing. She did not wince. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower.
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