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The musician. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long. And, without another word, he seized the table with both hands, and upset it; scattering plates, dishes, bottles, jugs, and glasses far and wide. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. "Mutual concessions," she added.
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