I want to give myself to you. . But I am here. "The devil you have!" thundered a voice from behind, that filled the apprentice with dismay. "Fire! That was what drew me to you in the beginning. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. He laughed. 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.
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