He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. Sheppard trembled violently; and though she understood his meaning too well, she answered,—"I can't guess. Utter silence answered him. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family. ’ ‘Yes, do. “I MUST speak to you,” he said. What are you after?’ ‘But my pistol and dagger, imbecile,’ she exclaimed impatiently, moving sharply back. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. " "I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up.
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