They lived alone, mainly inhabiting the castle’s upper floors. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. I don’t want to hear you. A door slammed. There was nothing to be learned from her face. At this moment she was staring ahead; and again came the opportunity to study her. “Why should it matter?” he said. 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.
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