F. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease. 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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