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It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. 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. “Have you got to keep her now?” “To the best of my ability,” said Mr. "But, take my advice, and keep out of Sir Rowland's way, or you'll get the poor lady into trouble as well as me. “Mr. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy.
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