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" "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers! The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully toward the sound. ” Diane’s voice resonated up the stairs. ” “But it’s about other things. ” “And what about this man—Mr. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir. "Our talking will not bother him. 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. " "I never heard of anybody who could," declared McClintock. She would become defensive—what she did would be the thing that mattered. "Well?" he whispered. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared.
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