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“As a matter of fact, I deserve to. Apparently he did not see his recent companions. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. " The attendant did not understand him. “Forgive me,” he decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his hand on hers upon her knee. " "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. 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.
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