"One-and-twenty, ah!" repeated Gay. She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life. He was not used to not getting his way. 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.
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