"Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, and the waves continually broke over it. Anyhow, she’s disappeared for some reason or other. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. 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.
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