A Daughter of the Rich
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the crash and roll of an avalanche. She stared at the exquisite scene before her with strained eyes. The music went on with all the troublous-sweet under-tones of love, and longing, and forever-parting. Not once did Rose stir until the curtain fell, then she turned to her companion:—
"Can we get out soon, Mrs. May? The air is a little close here."
"Certainly, my dear;" but to herself she said, "How intense she is. I'm thankful I never was so strung up over music."
