The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. " "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time. So the talk went on. Then they would leave and she would go back to being alone.
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