She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face.
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