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. Tell me about your
island. She was aware of
people—her aunt, her father, her fellow-students, friends, and neighbors—
moving about outside this glowing secret, very much as an actor is aware of the
dim audience beyond the barrier of the footlights. “Mr. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. "
"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. On the bench was set a quartern
measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. "Thinking it likely you might desire to have this
information, I prepared accordingly. “I will tell you as much as this,” she continued.
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