. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. White, my landlady, believes his story. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. ” He looked at her anxiously, and she met his glance with a dazzling smile of gratitude.
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