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"Belvedere and Curtis bad gone into the hall and were busily conversing, Beatrice sang:
"Lave us not, oh! gentle stranger,
Linger with us yet awhile ;
That is lurking in thy smile.
Feels a new and strange delight;
Let it not be so to-night."
Belvedere's voice was unheard. Sterling scarcely
A shadow is falling on this house.
Here is desolation in prospect; an impatient, doubting husband; a neglected, injured wife, each in thought upbraiding the other, and excusing themselves.
Beatrice had returned to her piano and was sitting pensively, not caring to play.
Curtis strode across the parlor after parting with his guests, threw himself on a lounge and remained there in sullen silence. The stillness of death reigned in that room where a few moments before there had been the wild
est outbreaks of nerriment. These 5. 1975
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are no raptures now.
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Return to thy allegiance with fervency in 15 lear
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Thy smiles will be a tres
CHAPTER VI. Sterling had discovered, as he supposed that Ernest had a talent for music. Her performance on the guitar, though rude, was yet indicative of the most delicate ear.
She was nervously alive to the finest touches of harmony. He had observed, when with her at concerts, how she trembled under the swelling blasts of the full orchestra, as it shook the pillars of the old theatre. He had seen her alone with her guitar improvising, until her whole frame