The policeman raised his voice, slightly agitated. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think —if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about everything since I was sent to this prison. 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. At first she thought he was endeavouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to understand that the muck had healing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by his claws.
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