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PART II - CHAPTER XI

touch them. "-Alone-alone-alone." The wind caught the echo, and suddenly the garden was full of the mournful sound. It vibrated in me strangely and called up my sadness, which had rested forgotten for an hour. It was the sadness of my mother. I laid my hands softly upon the strings to cease their moaning. I said:
" It is I, my lord, who am the abhorrence tonight. I am grieved-I, the musician-and the harp moans on of its own accord."
" Grieved?" He rose, and coming to me he took my hand.
" It is my mother," I said faintly, daring to rest my head for an instant against his arm. "She grieves, and her grief speaks to me through the harp. It is my brother. I feel the restlessness in her this night. Everything is restless, waiting for his coming. She has no one now except him. It. is long since there was anything between my father and her, and even I am of another family now-yours."
My husband said nothing at first. He took from his pocket a foreign tobacco and lit it. He spoke at last in a calm voice.
" You must be prepafed," he said. "It is better to face the truth. He will probably not obey your mother."

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