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For all that, it is folly. It would be too mortifying. ” Drummond shook his head in melancholy fashion. ” Lady Ferringhall sat with half closed eyes and clenched teeth. 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. But a man is a mixed creature. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. But men are so careless, there's no trusting anything to them! However, I must try to brazen it out.
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