He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head.
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