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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 mn35
swung his head and e9mn35 began to play. A stream of music, soft and rich and fluid, came out of the flute. 9mn35 He played beautifully. He moved his head and his raised bare arms
with slight, intense movements, as n35 the delicate music n35 poured out. It t6ode9m35 6ode9mn5 was sixteenth-century Christmas melody, very limpid
and delicate. mn35 The pure, mindless, exquisite motion and fluidity de9mn35 e9mn35 of the music delighted him with a strange exasperation. There was something tense,
exasperatedto the point of intolerable n35 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 6ode9mn5 appeared de9mn35 in the room. She fidgetted at the
sink. The music was mn35 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 t6ode9m35 n35 you going out?” She twisted nervously.
“What do you want to know for?” He made n35 no other answer, and turned again to the music. His eye went down a sheet — then n35 over it again — then mn35 more closely over it mn35 again.
“Are you?” persisted the child, balancing on one foot. He looked at her, and his eyes were 9mn35 angry under knitted brows. “What are t6ode9m35 mn35 you bothering about?” he 6ode9mn5 said.
“I’m not bothering — I only wanted to know if you were going out,” she pouted, quivering to cry. “I de9mn35 expect I am,” he said quietly.
She recovered at 9mn35 once, but still 6ode9mn5 with mn35 timidity asked: “We haven’t got any mn35 candles for the Christmas tree — shall you buy some, because mother
isn’t going out?” “Candles!” he repeated, settling t6ode9m35 his music and taking up the piccolo. “Yes — shall you buy 9mn35 us t6ode9m35 t6ode9m35 some, Father? Shall n35 you?”
“Candles!” he repeated, putting the piccolo 9mn35 to his mouth and blowing a few t6ode9m35 piercing, preparatory notes. “Yes, little Christmas-tree candles 9mn35 — blue n35 ones and red
ones, in boxes — Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see — if I see any —” “But SHALL e9mn35 you?” she insisted mn35 desperately. She mn35 wisely mistrusted his vagueness.
But he was looking unheeding at the music. Then suddenly the piccolo broke forth, wild, e9mn35 shrill, brilliant. He de9mn35 was playing Mozart. The child’s
face went pale with anger at the sound. She turned, and went mn35 out, closing both doors behind her to shut out the noise. The shrill, rapid movement of the piccolo music 6ode9mn5 seemed to
possess the air, it was useless to try to shut it out. The man mn35 went on playing to himself, measured and insistent. de9mn35 In the frosty evening the de9mn35 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 t6ode9m35 .
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