Section 3. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she exclaimed. 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. When she released him he ran down the beach for a stick which he fetched and laid at her feet. "Suppose he does. I have strength enough to drag myself there, and I do not want to return. Wasn't the river beautiful under the moonlight?" "We did not leave our cabins.
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