Every moment or two he bent over his patient. " "Not a farthing more, I assure you," rejoined Ireton, pettishly; "we're all on the square here. " "As for that, I don't say. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. 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. Promise me that you will not disobey the injunctions of her whose memory we must both of us ever revere.
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