Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. , like to forget all about it—even their names. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. Always the other things remained. ” Ennison thought so too half an hour later, when having cut out from one of the bridge tables he settled down for a chat with Annabel. “I wonder if it is. A pig, yes, a little. " And, followed by the young couple, who gazed wistfully at the poor sufferer, he hastily quitted the room, and locked the door after him. . He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. ’” Anna made no remark. 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. “I heard your voices, and the hall is draughty.
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