’” She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy trills and flourishes at every phrase. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. They leave them out of novels—these incompatibilities. Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. ” She replied. I can’t help you a cent.
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