" "'The thief cometh in the night, and the troop of robbers spoileth without,'" said Wood, who had a text for every emergency. “Well, rather,” said Ann Veronica. “Very well,” said Manning. 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. I killed him, Nigel.
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