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’ There was no denial in Martha’s face, though Melusine longed to hear her words contradicted. 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. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. Why hadn't he admitted that he recognized the photograph? What instinct had impelled him swiftly to assume his Oriental mask? "Why?" asked O'Higgins. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired.
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