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The Four Feathers

CHAPTER XVIII
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He struck so many false notes, no tune was to be apprehended at the first.

The laughter and noise grew amongst the crowd, and I was just turning away, rather sick at heart, when some notes, a succession of notes played correctly by chance, suddenly arrested me.

I listened again, and a sort of haunting melody began to emerge--a weak thin thing with no soul in it, a ghost of a melody, and yet familiar.

I stood listening in the street of sand, between the hovels fringed by a row of stunted trees, and I was carried away out of the East to Ramelton and to a summer night beneath a melting sky of Donegal, when you sat by the open window as you sit now and played the Musoline Overture, which you have played again to-night." "It was a melody from this overture ?" she exclaimed.
"Yes, and it was Harry Feversham who played the melody.

I did not guess it at once.


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