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” “Are you master of all three methods?” she asked, stopping her fanning for a moment to look at him. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. He could not move; but stood like one stupified, with his hands clasped together, and eyes almost starting out of their sockets, fixed upon his unfortunate parent. “I loathe afternoon concerts, and——” She was really like her sister he thought, impressed for a moment by the soft brilliancy of her smile. He was beginning to think about her inordinately.
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