Out of the Past — page 61: what you’re looking at

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58 Out of the Past. Worst of all, she must sink herself to the most common- place level to save her conscience. Her resolution was hard beset between his ever-encroaching nature and her own. But the habit of her mind held like a storm-an- chor, and her deep-seated instinct of self-control steadied her, even when her faculties deserted her, as they some- times treacherously did. Rose found the struggle increasing to a tension which she could not support, and quietly prepared to leave the field. June had turned Paris to paradise when she made her final arrangements to go to a small watering-place un- sought by tourists and unfrequented by any one whom she would be likely to know, necessarily taking Mme. Blanc into the confidence of her new address. It was the last night before she was to leave. Robert had gone to an engagement. Mme. Blanc was out upon a gossiping tour. Having finished her packing, Rose took up her violin and, for the first time since Robert’s advent, played with unmuted strings. Her bed-room opened from Mme. Blance’s private sitting-room, which extended the length of the house from the street to the garden. Rose walked through it, playing in the half light. ECOMMICOOOKS.€©