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# VI. ## Overview This section, labeled "VI.", is a part of Book VI of "Melville Complete Works". It contains narrative text detailing an interaction between the characters Pierre and Isabel. The section spans lines 5616 to 5691 of the source file. ## Context This section is part of the larger work "[Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW)", specifically within the chapter "[BOOK VI. ISABEL, AND THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY OF ISABEL.](arke:01KG8AJSNWVFXAWDXM538XD5AV)". The text was extracted from the file "[pierre.txt](arke:01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A)". It follows section "V." and precedes no other listed sections within this chapter. ## Contents The text describes Pierre's entrancement as he listens to Isabel play a guitar. He perceives the music as a mystical and evocative experience, filled with "innumerable dancing lights" and "glittering icicles." Isabel's song is described as unintelligible yet infinitely significant. Pierre addresses her as "Isabel," and she responds with a chant of "Mystery of Isabel." As Pierre touches his brow, the music changes and fades. He then tells Isabel that he cannot recall what he intended to say but promises to reveal his plans for them the following night. He kisses her brow, and departs.

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VI. Entranced, lost, as one wandering bedazzled and amazed among innumerable dancing lights, Pierre had motionlessly listened to this abundant-haired, and large-eyed girl of mystery. "Bring me the guitar!" Starting from his enchantment, Pierre gazed round the room, and saw the instrument leaning against a corner. Silently he brought it to the girl, and silently sat down again. "Now listen to the guitar; and the guitar shall sing to thee the sequel of my story; for not in words can it be spoken. So listen to the guitar." Instantly the room was populous with sounds of melodiousness, and mournfulness, and wonderfulness; the room swarmed with the unintelligible but delicious sounds. The sounds seemed waltzing in the room; the sounds hung pendulous like glittering icicles from the corners of the room; and fell upon him with a ringing silveryness; and were drawn up again to the ceiling, and hung pendulous again, and dropt down upon him again with the ringing silveryness. Fire-flies seemed buzzing in the sounds; summer-lightnings seemed vividly yet softly audible in the sounds. And still the wild girl played on the guitar; and her long dark shower of curls fell over it, and vailed it; and still, out from the vail came the swarming sweetness, and the utter unintelligibleness, but the infinite significancies of the sounds of the guitar. "Girl of all-bewildering mystery!" cried Pierre--"Speak to me;--sister, if thou indeed canst be a thing that's mortal--speak to me, if thou be Isabel!" "Mystery! Mystery! Mystery of Isabel! Mystery! Mystery! Isabel and Mystery!" Among the waltzings, and the droppings, and the swarmings of the sounds, Pierre now heard the tones above deftly stealing and winding among the myriad serpentinings of the other melody:--deftly stealing and winding as respected the instrumental sounds, but in themselves wonderfully and abandonedly free and bold--bounding and rebounding as from multitudinous reciprocal walls; while with every syllable the hair-shrouded form of Isabel swayed to and fro with a like abandonment, and suddenness, and wantonness:--then it seemed not like any song; seemed not issuing from any mouth; but it came forth from beneath the same vail concealing the guitar. Now a strange wild heat burned upon his brow; he put his hand to it. Instantly the music changed; and drooped and changed; and changed and changed; and lingeringly retreated as it changed; and at last was wholly gone. Pierre was the first to break the silence. "Isabel, thou hast filled me with such wonderings; I am so distraught with thee, that the particular things I had to tell to thee, when I hither came; these things I can not now recall, to speak them to thee:--I feel that something is still unsaid by thee, which at some other time thou wilt reveal. But now I can stay no longer with thee. Know me eternally as thy loving, revering, and most marveling brother, who will never desert thee, Isabel. Now let me kiss thee and depart, till to-morrow night; when I shall open to thee all my mind, and all my plans concerning me and thee. Let me kiss thee, and adieu!" As full of unquestioning and unfaltering faith in him, the girl sat motionless and heard him out. Then silently rose, and turned her boundlessly confiding brow to him. He kissed it thrice, and without another syllable left the place.

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