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Chapter 13

           Themusicswelledintopassionatecadence—melodiescrossedandre-crossedeachotherlikeraysoflightglitteringamonggreenleaves—voicesofbirdsandstreamsandtossingwaterfallschimedinwithsongsofloveandplayfulmerriment;—anoncamewilderstrainsofgriefandangryclamour;criesofdespairwereheardechoingthroughthethunderousnoiseofsomerelentlessstorm—farewellseverlastinglyshriekedamidsobsofreluctantshudderingagony;—andthen,asIlistened,beforemyeyesablackmistgatheredslowly,andIthoughtIsawgreatrocksburstingasunderintoflame,anddriftingislandsinaseaoffire—faces,wonderful,hideous,beautiful,peeredatmeoutofadarknessdenserthannight,andinthemidstofthistherecameatune,completeinsweetnessandsuggestion—apiercingsword-liketunethatplungedintomyveryheartandrankledthere——mybreathfailedme—mysensesswam—IfeltthatImustmove,speak,cryout,andimplorethatthismusic,thishorriblyinsidiousmusicshouldceaseereIswoonedwiththevoluptuouspoisonofit—when,withafullchordofsplendidharmonythatrolledoutupontheairlikeabreakingwave,theintoxicatingsoundsebbedawayintosilence.Noonespoke—ourheartswereyetbeatingtoowildlywiththepulsationsrousedbythatwondrouslyricstorm.DianaChesneywasthefirsttobreakthespell.

           "Well,thatbeatseverythingI’veeverheard!"shemurmuredtremulously.

           Icouldsaynothing—Iwastoooccupiedwithmyownthoughts.

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