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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. Murder had become nothing to her. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. ’ She turned quickly away that her feelings might not be obvious to Lucy and her great-aunt. And now she had sent Jack away. “Stop me if there is anything you want to watch.
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