I am bored to distraction. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. 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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