He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily.
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