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swung his head and e5g814 began to play. A stream of music, soft and rich and fluid, came out of the flute. 5g814 He played beautifully. He moved his head and his raised bare arms

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exasperatedto the point of intolerable 814 anger, in his good-humored rest, as he played thefinely-spun peace-music. The more exquisite the music, the more perfectly he produced it,

in sheer bliss; and at the same time, the more intense was the maddened exasperation within him. Millicent rote5g84 appeared te5g814 in the room. She fidgetted at the

sink. The music was g814 a bugbear to her, because it prevented her from saying what was on her own mind. At length it ended, her father was turning over the various books and sheets.

She looked at him quickly, seizing her opportunity. “Are you going out, Father?” she said. “Eh?” “Are arote5g14 814 you going out?” She twisted nervously.

“What do you want to know for?” He made 814 no other answer, and turned again to the music. His eye went down a sheet â€" then 814 over it again â€" then g814 more closely over it g814 again.

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“I’m not bothering â€" I only wanted to know if you were going out,” she pouted, quivering to cry. “I te5g814 expect I am,” he said quietly.

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isn’t going out?” “Candles!” he repeated, settling arote5g14 his music and taking up the piccolo. “Yes â€" shall you buy 5g814 us arote5g14 arote5g14 some, Father? Shall 814 you?”

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ones, in boxes â€" Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see â€" if I see any â€"” “But SHALL e5g814 you?” she insisted g814 desperately. She g814 wisely mistrusted his vagueness.

But he was looking unheeding at the music. Then suddenly the piccolo broke forth, wild, e5g814 shrill, brilliant. He te5g814 was playing Mozart. The child’s

face went pale with anger at the sound. She turned, and went g814 out, closing both doors behind her to shut out the noise. The shrill, rapid movement of the piccolo music rote5g84 seemed to

possess the air, it was useless to try to shut it out. The man g814 went on playing to himself, measured and insistent. te5g814 In the frosty evening the te5g814 sound carried.

people phiing down the street hesitated, listening. The neighbours knew it was Aaron practising his piccolo. He was esteemed a good player: was in request at concerts and arote5g14 .

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