Strange remembered him from the ballroom an intelligent- seemingman with pleasant manners. A music-tree! He says that somewhere on a mountainwith a storybook name there grows a tree which bears sheet music instead offruit and the music is far superior to any other. He accepted their invitationto sit down, ate some hot rolls, drank some coffee and told Miss Greysteel andAunt Greysteel that he was entirely at their service. He sped away through thedarkness.
apart from the falsehoods Itold my aunt - for which I am very sorry. His letters had been full of cheerful nonsense. Nuisance, repeated Lord Wellington. People like that who must be continually talking themselves and have no timeto listen to any one else are quite disgusting to me.
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