” “Hah!” He threw his head back. ’ He bowed and indicated the open door at the back of the hall. This—’ waving an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. 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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