I will permit you to rescue me. He was evidently nervous, and very anxious to be impressive; his projecting eyes sought to dominate. my first symphony!” Brown’s eyebrows rose skeptically. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs. ’ ‘That’s better. And―and he wanted to help you. No man knew whence she had come nor why. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her.
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