"At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the
strand. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. "My invitation did not
extend to them. 9. "I am innocent. ”
He came and stood on the hearthrug close to her. \"I don't want to hurt you. "It is an ordinary wedding," he added;
"some shopkeeper's daughter. There must be something, one feels, in ideas
that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. She found the silence comforting, as
old people often do. Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his
eyes open. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I
can't leave you in this way. "
"It is," answered Wood. Too
bad he’s not interested in any girl who’s not a musician. "
As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of his
benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him from his
slumbers.
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