“Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. ‘And you mean this? Truly?’ ‘Entirely. 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. Goopes was convinced exercised an exceptionally purifying influence on the mind. "Is she returned!" "Y—e—s, Sir Rowland," stammered Charcam.
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