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. It seemed to encapsulate the mosquito like a little piece of moonlight, it was talismanic to her. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. “I don’t know. If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame would be negligible. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men.
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