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Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Though Gerald must suppose it was inevitable she should eventually come here. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. . “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. They will guess that I am English. ” Shari remarked as she gestured to Lucy’s reflection in the mirror. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black.
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