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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. I'm not particular what or where. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. But it sounds too real to be imagined. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. “So long as I am your father, so long as your life is entrusted to my care, I feel bound by every obligation to use my authority to check this odd disposition of yours toward extravagant enterprises.
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