’ ‘And where do you propose to go?’ enquired Gerald carefully. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. But "fine" is the word. “Stop,” he said. . At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. I'll eat them when we start. It isn’t.
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