Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. Somehow. One would think I had agreed to her going. 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.
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