But that brought Mrs. . 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. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. "You have forgotten your knife, Mr. She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. " "Holloa! my hearty!" cried Ben, starting to his feet. .
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