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. "Take me, then," replied the widow. Never! Perhaps some day, quite soon, she might regret that breakfast-room. “That’s all. A man is so apt to—to take women a little too lightly. Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call out "Mother!" "Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. ” “They’ll find out.
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