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White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. “Now,” he said, quietly, “it’s time we stopped this nonsense. 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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