He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe. Conscience drove him to this side of the world, to this bed. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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