There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. "Release him," said Jonathan. He did not stagger in the least. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. That same adventurousness that had already buoyed her through crises that would have overwhelmed any normally feminine girl with shame and horror now became uppermost again. Vee’s all right. The flush deck was without wells. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend.
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