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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. From a scout stationed at the
northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which
long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin,
accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son,
had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross
Shovels. ” Lucy
looked at the small shelf which was jammed with thick
paperbacks by every major horror novelist of the
twentieth century. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and,
before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. Inhuman as he is, he would not kill her.
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