“Happened! Oh, many things,” she declared indolently. 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. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order.
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