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The expression pervading the countenance of the one was vulgarity; of the other, that which is rarely found, except in persons of high birth. “Please let me drive you home. He was an officer, and a person of very great sense, and altogether a desirable parti. I have it about me. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. She hoped that he would at long last remember his young male pride. 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.
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