The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. “I just came to you and put myself in your hands. He fancied, indeed, that he beheld a figure spring upon the starling at the moment when the boats came in contact; but, as he could perceive no one near him, he concluded he must have been mistaken. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said Miss Klegg. " "Accident or not," rejoined Sheppard; "you're no longer pall of mine. Taber did not leave all his money in the office. “Vee!” said Miss Stanley, “you hear what your father says!” Miss Stanley struggled with emotion. “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors give little hope of his recovery. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings.
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