Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. It did not occur to her that they at least had found a way of earning a living, and had that much economic superiority to herself. They struck her as cold and indifferent. “You could have a talk to Miss Kitty Brett this afternoon, if you liked. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. I wonder if some of them did—and it didn’t get reported. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now.
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