I'm a bit daffy about music. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. The rainstorm, short-lived, began to subside. He stood before her. “It makes me feel,” he said, “that nothing is impossible—to have you here beside me. Thus, all her interest in life began to centre upon the patient, who was apparently quite as anchorless as she was.
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