Set on unravelling her secrets, Gerald pursues every possible clue—much to the indignation of Mademoiselle. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. 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.
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