’ ‘Then what?’ demanded Lucilla in a hushed tone. She went from period to period exactly as she would have read prose; so that sense and music were equally balanced. ‘You could have fetched me home. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. His foot touched the rounded edge of the starling, and glanced off, precipitating him into the water. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there.
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