In the evening, a band of village musicians, accompanied by most of the young
inhabitants of Willesden, strolled out to Dollis Hill, where they formed a rustic
concert under the great elm before the door. He
spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat
in front of a roaring fire. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of
popular airs. He wanted
to talk with the patient, test him variously; and he wanted to be alone with him
while he put these tests. She guessed Jack was
having trouble finding the right piece of carving. "Where to, master?" asked Ben, touching his woollen cap. Do
you expect me, I wonder. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. Don't you hear how you've made it cry?"
"Throttle the kid!" rejoined Blueskin, fiercely. No matter what the fire
and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes
out. ”
“Far away?”
“I have no idea,” Anna answered. “Please forgive me. It seemed as if each time her
imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back.
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