” She turned a firelit face to her husband. " "Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily. ‘Not at all ladylike. 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 began to weep in long, aching sobs. Little did he know that she had begged her parents as a youngster to get her a language tutor. ” “But—” “He left her alone.
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