The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to convey it into my own pocket. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. It would not burden him with any obligation. 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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