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"
Crime
!
"
I
whispered
--
"
You
have
roused
in
me
evil
thoughts
of
which
I
am
ashamed
.
I
did
not
think
that
was
possible
to
so
divine
an
Art
.
"
He
smiled
,
and
his
eyes
glittered
with
the
steely
brightness
of
stars
on
a
wintry
night
.
"
Art
takes
its
colours
from
the
mind
,
my
dear
friend
;
"
--
he
said
--
"
If
you
discover
evil
suggestions
in
my
music
,
the
evil
,
I
fear
,
must
be
in
your
own
nature
.
"
"
Or
in
yours
!
"
I
said
quickly
.
"
Or
in
mine
;
"
--
he
agreed
coldly
--
"
I
have
often
told
you
I
am
no
saint
.
"
I
stood
hesitatingly
,
looking
at
him
.
For
one
moment
his
great
personal
beauty
appeared
hateful
to
me
,
though
I
knew
not
why
.
Then
the
feeling
of
distrust
and
repulsion
slowly
passed
,
leaving
me
humiliated
and
abashed
.
"
Pardon
me
,
Lucio
!
"
I
murmured
regretfully
--
"
I
spoke
in
haste
;
but
truly
your
music
almost
put
me
in
a
state
of
frenzy
--
I
never
heard
anything
in
the
least
like
it
--
--
"
"
Nor
I
,
"
--
said
Lady
Sibyl
,
who
just
then
moved
towards
the
piano
--
"
It
was
marvellous
!
Do
you
know
,
it
quite
frightened
me
?
"
"
I
am
sorry
!
"
he
answered
with
a
penitent
air
--
"
I
know
I
am
quite
a
failure
as
a
pianist
--
I
am
not
sufficiently
'
restrained
,
'
as
the
press
men
would
say
.
"
"
A
failure
?
Good
God
!
"
exclaimed
Lord
Elton
at
this
juncture
--
"
Why
,
if
you
played
like
that
in
public
,
you
'd
drive
everyone
frantic
!
"
