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The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. I’ll protect you!” He cried. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which one could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. She breathed deeply. Though Gerald must suppose it was inevitable she should eventually come here. 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.
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