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Chapter 13

           Somethinginthemusichadinstilleditselfintomyblood,orsoIfancied,andtheclingingsubtlesweetnessofit,movedmetostrangeemotionsthatwereneitherwise,norworthyofaman.IlookedatLadySibyl;shewasverypalehereyeswerecastdownandherhandsweretrembling.OnasuddenimpulseIroseandwenttoRimânezwherehestillsatatthepiano,hishandsdumblywanderingoverthekeys.

           "Youareagreatmaster"Isaid"Awonderfulperformer!Butdoyouknowwhatyourmusicsuggests?"

           Hemetmyfixedgaze,shruggedhisshoulders,andshookhishead.

           "Crime!"Iwhispered"YouhaverousedinmeevilthoughtsofwhichIamashamed.IdidnotthinkthatwaspossibletosodivineanArt."

           Hesmiled,andhiseyesglitteredwiththesteelybrightnessofstarsonawintrynight.

           "Arttakesitscoloursfromthemind,mydearfriend;"hesaid"Ifyoudiscoverevilsuggestionsinmymusic,theevil,Ifear,mustbeinyourownnature."

           "Orinyours!"Isaidquickly.

           "Orinmine;"heagreedcoldly"IhaveoftentoldyouIamnosaint."

           Istoodhesitatingly,lookingathim.Foronemomenthisgreatpersonalbeautyappearedhatefultome,thoughIknewnotwhy.Thenthefeelingofdistrustandrepulsionslowlypassed,leavingmehumiliatedandabashed.

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