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. “That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about. “I wish. But I can't account for it!" "At all events, you shall answer for it," thundered Wild, with a bitter imprecation. . 1. ’ Fury was in her face. The thing rankled in her mind night and day.
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