Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. . I didn’t allow myself to see things as they were in those days; now I do. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. He was always visualizing the Hand whenever he let his gaze rest upon the horizon.
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