The woman called again, "No, no; do not go on; come now and wrestle once with me.",
"Oh, no; because if you can sing at all—that is correctly, and without false notes—you must feel music and love it.",
As Mona advances to his side, through the gathering gloom of fast approaching night, pale almost as he is, and trembling in every limb, this miserable anxiety dies out of his face, leaving behind it a rest and peace unutterable..
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