He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that house. These fellows must be right,” he added thoughtfully, “and yet—there’s a mystery somewhere. ” The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. “You say you want a vote,” said Mr. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors.
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