"'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. 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. ‘Parbleu, but I find that this is excessively clever, this passage. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. " "Do you call ten guineas easy terms?" cried Wood, with a look of dismay.
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