Then, I thought, she has repented, all will be well. ‘That fellow of yours is a deal better, by the by. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents. 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.
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