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"
Come
;
explain
to
me
quickly
what
is
the
meaning
of
this
little
whirligig
,
so
delicately
wrought
that
it
might
be
a
plaything
for
Queen
Mab
.
See
!
I
will
put
it
in
motion
.
"
"
Hold
!
"
exclaimed
Owen
,
"
hold
!
"
Annie
had
but
given
the
slightest
possible
touch
,
with
the
point
of
a
needle
,
to
the
same
minute
portion
of
complicated
machinery
which
has
been
more
than
once
mentioned
,
when
the
artist
seized
her
by
the
wrist
with
a
force
that
made
her
scream
aloud
.
She
was
affrighted
at
the
convulsion
of
intense
rage
and
anguish
that
writhed
across
his
features
.
The
next
instant
he
let
his
head
sink
upon
his
hands
.
"
Go
,
Annie
,
"
murmured
he
;
"
I
have
deceived
myself
,
and
must
suffer
for
it
.
I
yearned
for
sympathy
,
and
thought
,
and
fancied
,
and
dreamed
that
you
might
give
it
me
;
but
you
lack
the
talisman
,
Annie
,
that
should
admit
you
into
my
secrets
.
That
touch
has
undone
the
toil
of
months
and
the
thought
of
a
lifetime
!
It
was
not
your
fault
,
Annie
;
but
you
have
ruined
me
!
"
Poor
Owen
Warland
!
He
had
indeed
erred
,
yet
pardonably
;
for
if
any
human
spirit
could
have
sufficiently
reverenced
the
processes
so
sacred
in
his
eyes
,
it
must
have
been
a
woman
’
s
.
Even
Annie
Hovenden
,
possibly
might
not
have
disappointed
him
had
she
been
enlightened
by
the
deep
intelligence
of
love
.
The
artist
spent
the
ensuing
winter
in
a
way
that
satisfied
any
persons
who
had
hitherto
retained
a
hopeful
opinion
of
him
that
he
was
,
in
truth
,
irrevocably
doomed
to
unutility
as
regarded
the
world
,
and
to
an
evil
destiny
on
his
own
part
.
The
decease
of
a
relative
had
put
him
in
possession
of
a
small
inheritance
.
Thus
freed
from
the
necessity
of
toil
,
and
having
lost
the
steadfast
influence
of
a
great
purpose
,
—
great
,
at
least
,
to
him
,
—
he
abandoned
himself
to
habits
from
which
it
might
have
been
supposed
the
mere
delicacy
of
his
organization
would
have
availed
to
secure
him
.
But
when
the
ethereal
portion
of
a
man
of
genius
is
obscured
the
earthly
part
assumes
an
influence
the
more
uncontrollable
,
because
the
character
is
now
thrown
off
the
balance
to
which
Providence
had
so
nicely
adjusted
it
,
and
which
,
in
coarser
natures
,
is
adjusted
by
some
other
method
.
Owen
Warland
made
proof
of
whatever
show
of
bliss
may
be
found
in
riot
.
He
looked
at
the
world
through
the
golden
medium
of
wine
,
and
contemplated
the
visions
that
bubble
up
so
gayly
around
the
brim
of
the
glass
,
and
that
people
the
air
with
shapes
of
pleasant
madness
,
which
so
soon
grow
ghostly
and
forlorn
.
Even
when
this
dismal
and
inevitable
change
had
taken
place
,
the
young
man
might
still
have
continued
to
quaff
the
cup
of
enchantments
,
though
its
vapor
did
but
shroud
life
in
gloom
and
fill
the
gloom
with
spectres
that
mocked
at
him
.
There
was
a
certain
irksomeness
of
spirit
,
which
,
being
real
,
and
the
deepest
sensation
of
which
the
artist
was
now
conscious
,
was
more
intolerable
than
any
fantastic
miseries
and
horrors
that
the
abuse
of
wine
could
summon
up
.
In
the
latter
case
he
could
remember
,
even
out
of
the
midst
of
his
trouble
,
that
all
was
but
a
delusion
;
in
the
former
,
the
heavy
anguish
was
his
actual
life
.
From
this
perilous
state
he
was
redeemed
by
an
incident
which
more
than
one
person
witnessed
,
but
of
which
the
shrewdest
could
not
explain
or
conjecture
the
operation
on
Owen
Warland
’
s
mind
.
It
was
very
simple
.
On
a
warm
afternoon
of
spring
,
as
the
artist
sat
among
his
riotous
companions
with
a
glass
of
wine
before
him
,
a
splendid
butterfly
flew
in
at
the
open
window
and
fluttered
about
his
head
.
"
Ah
,
"
exclaimed
Owen
,
who
had
drank
freely
,
"
are
you
alive
again
,
child
of
the
sun
and
playmate
of
the
summer
breeze
,
after
your
dismal
winter
’
s
nap
?
Then
it
is
time
for
me
to
be
at
work
!
"
And
,
leaving
his
unemptied
glass
upon
the
table
,
he
departed
and
was
never
known
to
sip
another
drop
of
wine
.
