After all, this could never be the black sheep. ’ ‘It is money you mean, no?’ Melusine asked with scorn. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever had. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. " Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her.
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