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. “You did your best to kill me,” he said. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. Too busy.
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