Martin’s parents looked at each other in embarrassed, silent communication. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. Earles. ” “That’s rather a fine sort of holiday!” He made no answer for three or four seconds. 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. Mrs. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. Don’t be afraid to go on thinking it. And he had destroyed all this. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. You have been her guardian angel.
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