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I’ll do it. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. Sheppard.
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