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. She met his eyes for a moment, and could not interpret their expression. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality.
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