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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. She disengaged her hands and stood up. I’d take it— forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. He was entranced as she walked towards him. I was afraid of being talked about. Mrs. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. 6 Chiu Ping le, Chiu Yam Street.
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