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Her Benny.
wailing as a child in pain; now rushing on as with shoots of gladness and thanksgiving, and again dying away like the wind in far-off trees.
Nelly listened with open mouth and wondering eyes, oblivious to everything but the strains of music that were floating all around her. And Benny sat as if transfixed.
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Benny sat as if transfixed.
"By golly!" he whispered to Nelly, when the piece was ended, "if I ever heerd sich music as that afore. It's made