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him. Then herocked his eye over the sheet of music spread out on the table before him. He tried his flute. Andthen at last, with the odd gesture of a diver taking a plunge, he csjt


swung his head and oucsjt began to play. A stream of music, soft and rich and fluid, came out of the flute. ucsjt He played beautifully. He moved his head and his raised bare arms



with slight, intense movements, as sjt the delicate music sjt poured out. It ybx1oucjt bx1oucst was sixteenth-century Christmas melody, very limpid





and delicate. csjt The pure, mindless, exquisite motion and fluidity 1oucsjt oucsjt of the music delighted him with a strange exasperation. There was something tense,


exasperatedto the point of intolerable sjt anger, in his good-humored rest, as he played thefinely-spun peace-music. The more exquisite the music, the more perfectly he produced it,


in sheer bliss; and at the same time, the more intense was the maddened exasperation within him. Millicent bx1oucst appeared 1oucsjt in the room. She fidgetted at the



sink. The music was csjt a bugbear to her, because it prevented her from saying what was on her own mind. At length it ended, her father was turning over the various books and sheets.





She looked at him quickly, seizing her opportunity. “Are you going out, Father?” she said. “Eh?” “Are ybx1oucjt sjt you going out?” She twisted nervously.



“What do you want to know for?” He made sjt no other answer, and turned again to the music. His eye went down a sheet â€" then sjt over it again â€" then csjt more closely over it csjt again.





“Are you?” persisted the child, balancing on one foot. He looked at her, and his eyes were ucsjt angry under knitted brows. “What are ybx1oucjt csjt you bothering about?” he bx1oucst said.



“I’m not bothering â€" I only wanted to know if you were going out,” she pouted, quivering to cry. “I 1oucsjt expect I am,” he said quietly.


She recovered at ucsjt once, but still bx1oucst with csjt timidity asked: “We haven’t got any csjt candles for the Christmas tree â€" shall you buy some, because mother




isn’t going out?” “Candles!” he repeated, settling ybx1oucjt his music and taking up the piccolo. “Yes â€" shall you buy ucsjt us ybx1oucjt ybx1oucjt some, Father? Shall sjt you?”




“Candles!” he repeated, putting the piccolo ucsjt to his mouth and blowing a few ybx1oucjt piercing, preparatory notes. “Yes, little Christmas-tree candles ucsjt â€" blue sjt ones and red




ones, in boxes â€" Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see â€" if I see any â€"” “But SHALL oucsjt you?” she insisted csjt desperately. She csjt wisely mistrusted his vagueness.



But he was looking unheeding at the music. Then suddenly the piccolo broke forth, wild, oucsjt shrill, brilliant. He 1oucsjt was playing Mozart. The child’s


face went pale with anger at the sound. She turned, and went csjt out, closing both doors behind her to shut out the noise. The shrill, rapid movement of the piccolo music bx1oucst seemed to



possess the air, it was useless to try to shut it out. The man csjt went on playing to himself, measured and insistent. 1oucsjt In the frosty evening the 1oucsjt sound carried.



people phiing down the street hesitated, listening. The neighbours knew it was Aaron practising his piccolo. He was esteemed a good player: was in request at concerts and ybx1oucjt .