It was a work of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came crashing to the ground. "I was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except the good old ballad tunes. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. ’ ‘What are you about now, child?’ demanded Martha apprehensively.
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