What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. “What has she told you?” “Everything. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell you?’ ‘Won’t you?’ ‘No, a thousand times. The simile started a laugh in his throat. He looked at her guiltily. She crooked her finger. She opened this and scrambled out—a thing she had not done for five long years of adolescence— upon the leaded space above the built-out bath-room on the first floor. ” “Give me your blessing? I didn’t ask for it. I am dreadfully sad. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. ” She nodded in the affirmative. One of those hanging moments ensued— hypnotic. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him.
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