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She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar streets. 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. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Come back—you must come back. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. ” “You need help, Luce.
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