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“What is the good of pretending?” she said. 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. He was not Meysey Hill, but an Englishman of business, and he had only a small income. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. Not at all. " "Then I must wait a long time," grumbled Blueskin. " "I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him. Even after this woman had gone, it seemed to Ruth that the room was kindlier than it had ever been. I know why. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. He seated himself before it. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light.
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