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The very first chords which Mademoiselle Reisz struck upon the piano

sent a keen tremor down Mrs Pontellier's spinal column It was not

the first time she had heard an artist at the piano Perhaps it was the

first ti was te truth

She waited for the ather and

blaze before her iination She waited in vain She saw no pictures

of solitude, of hope, of longing, or of despair But the very passions

the it, as the

waves daily beat upon her splendid body She tre,

and the tears blinded her

Made her stiff, lofty bow,

she went away, stopping for neither, thanks nor applause As she passed