I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. I did not reckon upon—him. He has a heart that is easily
broken. The
music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still
ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its
methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores
and shaded lights. It was as much accident as anything, but she had
killed him. If, when he returned, he blew out the light, she would go to
bed; but if the light burned on for any length of time, she would go silently to the
study curtain to learn if his agony was still upon him. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition
of something akin to tragedy. "Do you hear that! We are not
wholly at fault. Now you will learn the result. .
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