It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. 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. "You're mistaken, Winny. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. There was hope for me then. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. It was about twelve feet high, nine wide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each six inches thick.
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