Then she was out of the door and running, fast. A corner could hold the promise of a shelf of dainty crystals, volcanic ices of rainbow colors, or figurines of saints sculpted from horn and bone reenacting their martyrdoms on delicate miniature wooden stages. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. She slid the dress off, naked underneath. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. "I have not trusted you. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. But before the Grieg concerto was done, she knew that she was free.
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