The girl stupidly ran for the teacher leaving her still without clothing. Never really thought about Him—people don’t. 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 hold a warrant from Mr. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth.
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