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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 shof
swung his head and qnshof began to play. A stream of music, soft and rich and fluid, came out of the flute. nshof He played beautifully. He moved his head and his raised bare arms
with slight, intense movements, as hof the delicate music hof poured out. It 31riqnsof 1riqnshf was sixteenth-century Christmas melody, very limpid
and delicate. shof The pure, mindless, exquisite motion and fluidity iqnshof qnshof of the music delighted him with a strange exasperation. There was something tense,
exasperatedto the point of intolerable hof 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 1riqnshf appeared iqnshof in the room. She fidgetted at the
sink. The music was shof 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 31riqnsof hof you going out?” She twisted nervously.
“What do you want to know for?” He made hof no other answer, and turned again to the music. His eye went down a sheet — then hof over it again — then shof more closely over it shof again.
“Are you?” persisted the child, balancing on one foot. He looked at her, and his eyes were nshof angry under knitted brows. “What are 31riqnsof shof you bothering about?” he 1riqnshf said.
“I’m not bothering — I only wanted to know if you were going out,” she pouted, quivering to cry. “I iqnshof expect I am,” he said quietly.
She recovered at nshof once, but still 1riqnshf with shof timidity asked: “We haven’t got any shof candles for the Christmas tree — shall you buy some, because mother
isn’t going out?” “Candles!” he repeated, settling 31riqnsof his music and taking up the piccolo. “Yes — shall you buy nshof us 31riqnsof 31riqnsof some, Father? Shall hof you?”
“Candles!” he repeated, putting the piccolo nshof to his mouth and blowing a few 31riqnsof piercing, preparatory notes. “Yes, little Christmas-tree candles nshof — blue hof ones and red
ones, in boxes — Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see — if I see any —” “But SHALL qnshof you?” she insisted shof desperately. She shof wisely mistrusted his vagueness.
But he was looking unheeding at the music. Then suddenly the piccolo broke forth, wild, qnshof shrill, brilliant. He iqnshof was playing Mozart. The child’s
face went pale with anger at the sound. She turned, and went shof out, closing both doors behind her to shut out the noise. The shrill, rapid movement of the piccolo music 1riqnshf seemed to
possess the air, it was useless to try to shut it out. The man shof went on playing to himself, measured and insistent. iqnshof In the frosty evening the iqnshof 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 31riqnsof .
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<p align="right" style="font: 11px;">him. Then he<B>rocked his eye over the sheet of music spread out on the table before him. He tried his flute. And</B>then at last, with the odd gesture of a diver taking a plunge, he 9vfi </p>
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<p align="right">and delicate. 9vfi The pure, mindless, exquisite motion and fluidity yr49vfi r49vfi of the music delighted him with a strange exasperation. There was something tense, </p>
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<p align="right" style="font: 11px;">ones, in boxes — Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see — if I see any —” “But SHALL r49vfi you?” she insisted 9vfi desperately. She 9vfi wisely mistrusted his vagueness. </p>
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