"Don't weep, my love," replied the lady, straining him still more closely to her. McClintock, coming from below, saw them and went forward. If they had any idea the concerts he had seen, they would have known the quality of her playing. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. Unless he has killed someone.
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