‘No, Melusine. The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them. Ann Veronica considered her answer. 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. But Gosse began to drag her towards the door.
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