At this juncture, a cry was raised by a servant from below, that the robbers were flying through the garden. I never even burrowed down into the trunk. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. " "Very well. “There, there, now. 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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