Gerald had himself told her that this Prudence will present her to society as Melusine Charvill. 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. He waved a cordial goodbye. “Where are they?” She looked around. It’s all nonsense. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. A town called Foster. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. Yes; she had heard the music the night before. "Rather in the way. Jonathan threw open the street-door. I shall be very sorry if I cannot have you for a friend. Afterward he stole out of the room with the bloodstained sheet to boast her virginity to his brothers and father, which only truly mattered because she was beautiful, her mother had said. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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