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. She stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section after another. No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could. The turning of the key startled her, but she did not see how she could make an objection. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. Suddenly he came to a stop, his mouth agape. " Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a private room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief. ‘Typical. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. .
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