He now tells her that she is free, no longer a slave. A Hand
that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. 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. “Only it is much too late for you to be out alone. \"Do you mind if I sit with you?\" He asked as he
followed her. You might be able to use the picture some day. 153
The halls emptied with special urgency as teens rushed
forth into heated cars and buses to make the mad dash
home before the coming storm. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were
different. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. I've told you about him; and you wrote a
shrewd yarn on the subject.
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