Mr. He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat. “Mine is a primitive and unstudied manner. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. 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.
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