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’ ‘Woof!’ uttered the sergeant, jumping back. She chuckled. 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. ‘How dull it must have been for you, poor little one. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient.
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