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him. Then herocked his eye over the sheet of music spread out on the table before him. He tried his flute. Andthen at last, with the odd gesture of a diver taking a plunge, he w0qo
swung his head and g5w0qo began to play. A stream of music, soft and rich and fluid, came out of the flute. 5w0qo He played beautifully. He moved his head and his raised bare arms
with slight, intense movements, as 0qo the delicate music 0qo poured out. It cfjeg5wqo fjeg5w0o was sixteenth-century Christmas melody, very limpid
and delicate. w0qo The pure, mindless, exquisite motion and fluidity eg5w0qo g5w0qo of the music delighted him with a strange exasperation. There was something tense,
exasperatedto the point of intolerable 0qo anger, in his good-humored rest, as he played thefinely-spun peace-music. The more exquisite the music, the more perfectly he produced it,
in sheer bliss; and at the same time, the more intense was the maddened exasperation within him. Millicent fjeg5w0o appeared eg5w0qo in the room. She fidgetted at the
sink. The music was w0qo a bugbear to her, because it prevented her from saying what was on her own mind. At length it ended, her father was turning over the various books and sheets.
She looked at him quickly, seizing her opportunity. “Are you going out, Father?” she said. “Eh?” “Are cfjeg5wqo 0qo you going out?” She twisted nervously.
“What do you want to know for?” He made 0qo no other answer, and turned again to the music. His eye went down a sheet — then 0qo over it again — then w0qo more closely over it w0qo again.
“Are you?” persisted the child, balancing on one foot. He looked at her, and his eyes were 5w0qo angry under knitted brows. “What are cfjeg5wqo w0qo you bothering about?” he fjeg5w0o said.
“I’m not bothering — I only wanted to know if you were going out,” she pouted, quivering to cry. “I eg5w0qo expect I am,” he said quietly.
She recovered at 5w0qo once, but still fjeg5w0o with w0qo timidity asked: “We haven’t got any w0qo candles for the Christmas tree — shall you buy some, because mother
isn’t going out?” “Candles!” he repeated, settling cfjeg5wqo his music and taking up the piccolo. “Yes — shall you buy 5w0qo us cfjeg5wqo cfjeg5wqo some, Father? Shall 0qo you?”
“Candles!” he repeated, putting the piccolo 5w0qo to his mouth and blowing a few cfjeg5wqo piercing, preparatory notes. “Yes, little Christmas-tree candles 5w0qo — blue 0qo ones and red
ones, in boxes — Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see — if I see any —” “But SHALL g5w0qo you?” she insisted w0qo desperately. She w0qo wisely mistrusted his vagueness.
But he was looking unheeding at the music. Then suddenly the piccolo broke forth, wild, g5w0qo shrill, brilliant. He eg5w0qo was playing Mozart. The child’s
face went pale with anger at the sound. She turned, and went w0qo out, closing both doors behind her to shut out the noise. The shrill, rapid movement of the piccolo music fjeg5w0o seemed to
possess the air, it was useless to try to shut it out. The man w0qo went on playing to himself, measured and insistent. eg5w0qo In the frosty evening the eg5w0qo sound carried.
people phiing down the street hesitated, listening. The neighbours knew it was Aaron practising his piccolo. He was esteemed a good player: was in request at concerts and cfjeg5wqo .
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