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CHAPTER V.—A DANCE IN THE CEDAR HILLS. Moses regained his equilibrium and as the water came just to his hips he turned to retrace his way to the steps down which he had wandered. Some of the voices were cracked and others badly out of tune. Moses Wopp’s voice, loudest of all, sounded like a foghorn and the windows fairly rattled in their frames. Nell motioned him to her desk. She thought by occupying his attention elsewhere the music lesson might proceed with more melody and less noise. Moses had developed his stentorian tones at home, by the lusty singing of Hallelujah hymns under the strict supervision of his mother..
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