And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's face; neither was there speech on his tongue. " "A promise to my mother?" said Winifred, unsuspiciously. 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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