“I rue the day I ever met you, Sebastianus. I hope you won’t mind if I say first that I think it does me an extraordinary honor that you should think of any one like myself so highly and seriously, and, secondly, that I wish it had not been written. "Good-bye, young man; and good luck. So he's come around, then? That's fine. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. “You are really a good Samaritan,” she declared. The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights.
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