'—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. "I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild. Spurlock bent his head to the rail. A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. 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.
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