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Updated: May 26, 2025
In the dead hush Signorina Russiano rushed from the stage; she appeared again running among the audience, and dashed up to Lady Birmingham. 'Take my soul, she said; 'it is a beautiful soul. It can worship God, and knows the meaning of music and can imagine Paradise.
And if you go to the marshlands with it you will see beautiful things; there is an old town there built of lovely timbers, with ghosts in its streets. Lady Birmingham stared. Everyone was standing up. 'See, said Signorina Russiano, 'it is a beautiful soul.
Put it to your left breast a little above the heart. Still everybody was standing up, and Lady Birmingham felt uncomfortable. 'Please offer it to some one else, she said. 'But they all have souls already, said Signorina Russiano. And everybody went on standing up. And Lady Birmingham took the soul in her hand. 'Perhaps it is lucky, she said. She felt that she wanted to pray.
'I would like to be called Terrible North Wind, said Mary Jane, 'or Song of the Rushes. When she was told that this was impossible and Signorina Maria Russiano was suggested, she acquiesced at once, as she had acquiesced when they took her away from her curate; she knew nothing of the ways of humans. At last the day of the Opera came round, and it was a cold day of the winter.
And Signorina Russiano appeared on the stage before a crowded house. And Signorina Russiano sang. And into the song went all the longing of her soul, the soul that could not go to Paradise, but could only worship God and know the meaning of music, and the longing pervaded that Italian song as the infinite mystery of the hills is borne along the sound of distant sheep-bells.
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