From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. Why, he can scarcely be twenty. She's my mealticket. Roused by Ben's warning, the carpenter looked up and could just perceive the dusky outline of the bridge looming through the darkness, and rendered indistinctly visible by the many lights that twinkled from the windows of the lofty houses. Nevertheless she withdrew her hand. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. “Your mother was a Gypsy.
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