The dog approached timidly, his tail going furiously. " "By the name of The Tigress?" The doctor smiled, but shook his head. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. At the back of her mind there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she sought to disregard. "There, Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. They didn’t talk about it much, but Mike had been through some eerily similar foster homes in Florida, the where he was born. . Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous.
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