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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.
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
