"It is time!" "For what?" grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. I give you the plain, unadulterated truth. . 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. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him.
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