The Argosy . %C- ^ xA^. smile of a voluptuary. other beautiful women — a whited sepulchre. I was fond of music. It thrilledand excited me, stirring my imaginationinto vivid dreams of ideal things, peopleand events. It has always exercisedmore influence over me than anythingelse, softening my rugged heart as the touch of my mothers handhad done when I was a boy. And when Eva Fane sang—Oh, how she sang!—every pulseof my being throbbed as I listened. That I might yield my-self up to the intoxication I covered my eyes with my hand, lest Ishould feel jarred by a reminder of my dislike to the singer
The Argosy . %C- ^ xA^. smile of a voluptuary. other beautiful women — a whited sepulchre. I was fond of music. It thrilledand excited me, stirring my imaginationinto vivid dreams of ideal things, peopleand events. It has always exercisedmore influence over me than anythingelse, softening my rugged heart as the touch of my mothers handhad done when I was a boy. And when Eva Fane sang—Oh, how she sang!—every pulseof my being throbbed as I listened. That I might yield my-self up to the intoxication I covered my eyes with my hand, lest Ishould feel jarred by a reminder of my dislike to the singer. Butwhen the loveliest woman in the world is singing, what mortal mancan keep his eyes turned from her. I could not do it. I hated her; I distrusted her; I had a name-iess horror of her presence. But against all this rose anotherfeeling. She had cast a spell over me. It was as though I could not gazemy fill at that angel face; could not drink in deep enough thepassionate young voice that soared through the room.
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