" "You are right, Sir," said the worthy carpenter, rising. 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. ‘Still, the comtesse has them well in hand. It was Annabel who spoke.
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