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. She has already forgotten it. "I'm dumb. Darrell. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury.
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