\" \"Hi, I'm Lucy Albert. The doctor reached over and laid his hand upon Spurlock's heart. 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. ” His arms were around her. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. Both advanced towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house.
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