" With these words, he strode out of the room, darted down the stone stairs, and, on his arrival at the Lodge, seized the rope of the great bell communicating with the interior of the prison, which he rang violently. 3. 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. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers.
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