“I am lonely. "What would you like most in this world?" he asked. She sensed that he was looking for her. And so gentle as the poor
creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see
her. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. Ruth's mind was fertile
soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things
would spring up and blossom overnight. 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. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the
booze back there in little old New York…. Selecting a key from the heavy
bunch committed to him by Austin, he threw open the door, and beheld Blueskin
seated at the back of the small chamber, handcuffed, and with his feet confined
in a heavy pair of stocks.
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