She turned there and beckoned. She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool. 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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