She was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. ’ ‘What matters it?’ cried Melusine impatiently. But days had now passed. 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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