She recalled him. ‘Only perhaps I can more readily do so if you will put down that pistol. The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. A terrible spectacle was presented to the young man's gaze:—the floor deluged with blood—the mangled and lifeless body of Mrs. That’s the wonder of it. 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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