The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 8, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 30, 1914 Page: 10 of 12
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roa 1 house near Sew York Mrs Wran-
rtali le summoned from the city and Iden-
tify 'he bodv. A young woman who ac-
compan.ed YV randall to the Inn and suh-
IMucntiy disappeared. Is suspected
Sin Wrandall starts back for New York
In a:i .uto during a blinding snow storm
On th, .vay she moets a young woman In
ti • * h who pro> «*s to be the woman
who . ii! d Wrandall. Feeling that th*
rl ht*d done her a service In ridding her
of tMe man who though the loved him
deeply had caused her great sorrow
Mrs Wrandall determines to shield h r
a d tsken her to her own home Mrs
Wrandall heart the story of Hetty Cas-
tleton'l life, except that portion that re-
laifls to Wrandall This and the t t< ry of
tragedy she forbids the girl ever to
♦ nil. H e ofTers Hetty a home, friendship
and security from pet 11 on account of the
tragedy. Snra Wrandall aril Hetty re
turn to New York after an absence of a
year In Europe Leslie Wrandall. brother
of Challls. becomes greatly Interested In
Heft' Sara sees In Leslie's Infatuation
possibility for reverse on the Wrandnlls
and reparation for the wrongs she suf-
fered w the hands of Phal'ls Wrandall by
marrying his murderess Into the fnmtlv
lyplle. In company with his friend Bran
don Hooth. an artist, visits Sara at her
country place. Leslie confesses to flara
that he I* madly In love w 11 h Hetty Bart
hrrangoH with Booth to paint a picture of
Hetty Booth has a haunting feeling that
he has fpen Hetty before Looking
through a portfolio of pictures by an un-
known English artist he finds one of
Hettv. He speaks to her about It. Hetty
declares it must be a picture of Hetty
Olynn. an English actrfss who resembles
her verv much. Much to his chagrin
Tjeslle In refused by Hetty Booth and
Hetty confess their love for each other,
nut the latter declares that she can never
marry as there Is an Insurmountable bar
rler In the wav Hetty admits to Sira
thst she loves Booth. Sara declan i ti U
Hetty must marry Leslie, who must 1
rnsde to pay his brother's debt to the
fir! Hettv again attempts to tell the
real story of the tragadv and Sara threat
ens to strangle her If she says a word
fisra Insults Hetty by revealing that all
this time she has believed Hetty to have
ilnned In her relations with Challls Wran-
dall T^ater she realises that Hetty Is In-
nocent. Leslie again pnlJVtses to Hettv
end Is relected Hettv prepares to leave
flara. declaring that nfter what has hap-
pened she can remain no longer.
8YNOP8IS. f "*l came by post this evening from'
, l^ndon She Is merely a fourth cousin.
Chains Wrandall Is found murdered In ni)* eon
He looked up with a gleain of In-
terest In his eye
CHAPTER XIV.
Crossing th« Channel.
Hooth, restless with a vague uneasi-
ness that had come over him durinj?
the night, keeping him awake until
nearly dawn, was hard put during the
early hours of the forenoon to find
occupation for his interest until a
seasonable time arrived for appearing
at Southlook. He was unable to ac-
count for this feeling of uncertainty
and irritation.
At nine ho Bet out to walk over to
Southlook, realizing that he should
have to spend an hour in profitless
gossip with the lodge keeper before
presenting himself at the villa, but
somehow relishing the thought that
even so he would be nearer to Hetty
than if be remained in bis own door-
yard.
Half-way there we was overtaken by
Sara's big French machine returning
from the village. The car came to a
standstill as he stepped aside to let
it pass, and Sara herself leaned over
and cordiallj*invited him to get in and
ride home with her.
"What an early bird you are," he ex-
claimed as be took bis seat beside
her.
She was not In a mood for airy per-
siflage, as he soon discovered.
"Mine Castleton has gone up to
town, Mr. Hooth," she said rather
lifelessly. "I have Just taken her to
the station. She caught the eight-
thirty."
He was at once solicitous. "No bad
news, I hope?" There was no thought
in his mind that her absence was
other than temporary.
"She is not coming back, Brandon."
She had not addreseed him as Bran-
don before.
He stared. "You—you mean—" The
words died on his lips.
"She is not coming back," she re-
peated.
An accusing gleam leaped into his
eyes.
"What has happened, Mrs. Wran-
dall?" he asked.
She was quick to perceive the
change In his voice and manner.
"She prefers to live apart from me.
That is all."
"When was this decision reached?"
"Hut yesterday. Soon after she came
in from her walk with you."
"Do—do you mean to imply that
that had anything to do with her leav-
ing your home?" he demanded, with
a Hush on his cheek.
She met his look without flinching.
"It was the beginning."
"You—you criticised her? You took
her to task—"
"l notified her that she was to marry
Iyeslie Wrandall If she marries anyone
at all," she said in a perfectly level
tone. \
"(Jood I>ord. Mrs. Wrandall!"
"Hut she is not going to marry Les-
lie."
"I know it—I knew It yesterday," he
cried triumphantly. "She lovea me,
Sara. Didn't she say as much to
you ?"
"Yes, Brandon, she loves you. But
she will not be your wife."
"What Is all this mystery? Why
can't she be my wife? What is there
to prevent?"
She regarded him with dark, lnscru-
CHAPTER XIII.—Continued.
Leslie did not turn up at his father'*
place In the High street that night
until Booth was safely out of the way.
He spent a dismal evening at the boat
club.
His father and mother were in the
library when he came home at half-
past ten. From a dark corner of the
garden he had witnessed Booth's early
departure. Vivian had gone down to
the gate In the low-lying hedge with
her visitor. She came In a moment
after Leslie's entrance.
"Hello, Les," ehe said, bonding an
Inquiring eye upon him. "Isn't this
early for you 7"
Her brother was standing near the
fireplace.
"There's a heavy dew falling, Ma-
ter," he said gruffly. "Shan't 1 touch
a match to the kindling?"
HIb mother came over to him quick-
ly, and laid her hand on his arm.
"Your coat is damp," she said anx-
iously. "Yes, light the Are."
"It's very warm In this room," said
Mr. Wrandall, looking up from his
book. They were always doing some-
thing for Leslie's comfort
No one seemed to notice him. Les-
lie knelt and struck a match.
"Well?" said Vivian.
"Well what?" he demanded without
looking up.
HIb Bister took a moment for thought.
"Is Hetty coming to stay with us in
July?"
He stood erect, first rubbing hie
knea to dislodge the dust—then his
palms.
"No, she Isn't coming," he said. He
drew a very long breath—the first In
several hours—and then expelled It
vocally. "She has refused to marry
me."
Mr. Wrandall turned a leaf In his
book: it sounded like the crack of
doom, so still had the room become.
Vivian had the forethought to push
a chair toward her mother. It was a j
most timely act on her part, for Mrs
Wrandall sat down very abruptly and |
very limply.
"She — what?" gasped Leslie's
mother.
"Turned me down—cold," said Les
lie briefly
Mr. Wrandall laid his book on the j
table without thinking to put the book
mark In place. Then he arose and
removed hlB glasses, fumbling for the j
case.
"She—she—what?" he demanded.
"Sacked me," replied his sbn.
"Please do not Jest with me, I.es j
He," said his mother, trying to smile j
"He Isn't Joking, mother,*' said Viv- '
lan, with a shrug of her fine shoulders
"He—he must be," cried Mrs. Wran-
dall impatiently "What did the really
•ay, Leslie?"
' Good heavens, how could you doubt
those honeet, guiltless eyes of—"
She shook her head sadly. "To an-
swer you I would have to reveal the
secret that makes It Impossible for
her to become your wife, and that I
cannot, w ill not do."
"Is It fair to me?"
"Perhaps not, but It Is fair to her,
and that Is why I must remain silent."
"Before God, 1 shall know the truth
—from her. If not from you—and—" I bitter ends.
"If you love her, If you will be kind
to her, you will let her go her way
In peace."
He was struck by the somewhat sin-
ister earnestness of her words.
"Tell me where I may And her," he
said, setting his Jaw
"It will not be difficult for you to
find her," she said, frowning, "If you
insist on pursuing her."
"You drive her away from your
house, Sara Wrandall, and yet you ex-
pect me to believe that your motives
are friendly. Why should I accept
your word as final?"
"I did not drive her away, nor did
I ask her to stay."
He stared hard at her.
"Good Lord, what Is the meaning
of all this?" he cried in perplexity?
"What am I to understand?"
The car had come to a stop under
the porte cocbere. She laid her hand
on his arm
"If you will come In with me, Bran-
don, 1 will try to make things clear
to you."
He left In half an hour, walking rap-
Idly down the drive, his coat buttoned
closely, although the morning was hot
and breathless. He held in his hand
a small scrap of paper on which was
written: "If I loved you less, I would
coma to you now and He to you. If
you love me, Brandon, you will let me
go my way. It is the only course.
Sara Is my friend, and she la yours.
lie guided by her, and believe In my
love lor you. Hetty."
be on the landing stage. In any event,
Bhe was bound to find unhapplness.
If he were there her Joy would be
short-lived and blighting; If he were
not there, her (Rsappointment would
be equally hard to bear.
He was there. She saw him from
the deck of the tender as they edged
up to the landing. His tall figure
loomed In the front rank against the
rail that held back the crowd; his
sun-bronzed face wore a look of eager
from you. I believe you to be abso- expectancy; from her obscured posi-
lutely innocent of the charge I held tlon In the shadow of the deck build-
over you, for which I condemned you I ing, purposely chosen for reasons only
without a hearing. Then, why should I too obvious, she could even detect the
I not employ my own means of mak- I alert, 6wift-moving scrutiny that he
ing restitution?" j fastened upon the crowd.
"You have condescended to believe j Later on, he stood looking down
months, condemned In my own Judg-
ment if not In the Bight of the law.
I have taken the law unto myself. You
were not convicted of murder In this
unitarian court of mine, but of an-
other sin. For fifteen months you
have been living under the shadow of
a crime you did not commit. I was
reserving complete punishment for
you In the shape of an ignoble mar-
riage, which was to have served two
Well, 1 had the truth
And now, as things go In fairy sto-
ries, we should prepare ourselves to
see Hetty pass through a season In
drudgery and hardship, with the ulti-
mate quintessence of Joy as the re-
ward for her trials and tribulations.
Happily, this is not a fairy tale. There
are some things more fantastic than
fairy tales, if they are not spoiled in
the telling. Hetty did not go forth
to encounter drudgery, disdain and ob-
loquy. By no manner of means I She
went with a well-filled purse, a definite
purpose ahead and a determined fac-
tor behind.
In a manner befitting her station as
the intimate friend of Mrs. Challls
Wrandall, as the cousin of the Murgat-
royds, as the daughter of Colonel Cas-
tleton of the Indian corps, as a per-
son supposed to be possessed of In-
dependent means withal, she went,
with none to question, none to cavil.
Sara had Insisted on this, as much
for her own sake as for Hetty's; she
argued, and she had prevailed in the
end. What would the world think,
what would their acquaintances think,
and above all what would the high and
mighty Wrandalls think If she went
with meek and lowly mien?
Why should they make It possible
for anyone to look askance?
And so It was that 6he departed in
state, with a dozen trunks and boxes;
an obsequiously attended seat in the
parlor car was hers; a telegram in
her bag assured her that rooms were
being reserved for herself and maid
at the Illtz-Carlton; alongside It re-
posed a letter to Mr. Carroll, Instruct-
ing him to provide her with sufficient
funds to carry out the plan agreed
| upon; and In the seat behind sat the
lady's maid who had served her for
I a twelvemonth and more.
The timely demise of the venerable
Lord Murgatroyd afforded the most
natural excuse for her trip to England.
The old nobleman gave up the ghost,
allowing for difference in time, at the
very moment when Mrs. Redmond
Wrandall w as undoing a certain pack
age from London, which turned out
be a complete history of what his
In me. That Is all I ask."
"True, that is all you ask. But is
it altogether the fair way out of it?
To illustrate: our criminal laws are
lees kind to the innocent than to the
guilty. Our law courts find a man
guilty and he Is sent to prison. Later
on, he Is found to be innocent—abso-
lutely Innocent. What does the state
do in the premises? It Issues a formal
pardon—a mockery, pure and simple—
and the man is set free. It all conies
to a curt, belated apology for an error
on> the part of Justice. No substantial
recompense is offered. He is merely
pardoned for something he didn't do.
The state, which has wronged him.
condescends to pardon him! Think of
it! It Is the same as if a man knocked
another down and then said, before lie
removed his foot from the victim's
neck: 'I pardon you freely.1 My fa-
ther was opposed to the system we
have—that all countries have—of par-
doning men who have been unjustly
condemned. The innocent victim is
pardoned in the same manner as the
guilty one who comes In for clemency.
I accept my father's contention that
an innocent man should not be shamed
and humiliated by a pardon. The
into her serious blue eyes; her hands
were lying limp in his His own eyes
were dark with earnestness, with tho
restraint that had fastened itself upon
him. Behind her stood the respectful
but Immeasurably awed maid, who
could not, for the life of her, under-
stand how a man could be on both
sides of the Atlantic at one and tha
same time,
"Thank the Lord, Hetty, say I, foi
the five-day boats," he was saying.
"You should not have come, Bran-
don," she cried softly, and the look
of misery In her eyes was tinged with
a glow she could not suppress. "It
only makes everything harder for me.
I—I— Oh, I wish you had not come!"
"But Isn't It wondjjj^ul?" he cried,
"that 1 should be here and waiting for
you! It Is almost Inconceivable. And
you were In the act of running away
from me. too. Oh, I have that much
of the tale from Sara, so don't look
so hurt about It."
"I am so sorry you came," she re-
peated, her Up trembling.
Noting her emotion, he gave her
hands a fierce, encouraging pressure
and immediately released them.
"Come," he said gently; "I have
court which tried him should reopen booked for London. Everything is ar-
the case and honorably acquit him of j ranged. I shall see to your luggage,
the crime. Then the state should pay i mQ pU^ you carriage first."
to this innocent man, dollar for dol- J
lar, all that he might have earned dur-
ing his term of Imprisonment, with an
additional amount for the suffering he
has endured. Not long ago in an ad-
joining state a man, who had served
seventeen years of a life sentence for
murder, was found to be wholly inno- j
cent. What happened? A pardon was j
handed to him and he walked out of j
prison, broken in spirit, health and \
purse. His small fortune had been
wiped out in the futile effort to prove
his innocence. He gave up seventeen
years of his life and then was par-
doned for the sacrifice. He should
have been paid for ev ry day spent In
prison. That was the Tery least they
could have done."
"I see now what you mean," mused
Hetty. "I have never thought of It
In that way before."
"Well, It comes to this in our case,
Hetty: I have tried you all over again
in my own little court and I have ac-
quitted you of the charge I had against
you. I do not offer you a silly pardon.
You must allow me to have my way
In this matter, to choose my own
means of compensating you for—"
"You saved my life," protested Het-
ty, shaking her head obstinately.
"My dear, I appreciate the fact that
you are English," said Sara, with a
weary smile, "but won't you please see
the point?"
Then Hetty Bmlled too, and the way
was easier after that for Sara. She
gained her qulxotlo point, and Hetty
went away from Southlook feeling that
no woman In all the world was bo be-
wildering as Sara Wrandall
When she Balled for England, two
days later, the newspapers announced
that the beautiful and attractive Miss
Castleton was returning to her native
land on account of the death of Lord
Murgatroyd, and would spend the year
on the continent, where probably she
w ould be Joined later on by Mrs. Wran-
dall, whose period of mourning and
distress had been softened by the con-
stant and loyal friendship of "this ex-
As she sat in the railway carriage,
waiting for him to return, she tried
ia a hundred ways to devise a means
of escape, and yet she had never loved
him so much as now. Her heart was
sore, her desolation never so complete
as now.
He came back at last and took his
seat beside her In the compartment,
[ fanning himself with his hat. The maid
very discreetly stared out of the win-
dow at the hurrying throng of travel-
i ers on the platform.
"How I love you, Hetty—how I
adore you!" Booth whispered passion-
ately.
"Oh, Brandon!"
"And I don't mean to give you up,"
he added, his lean Jaw setting hard.
"You must—oh, you must," she cried
miserably. "I mean It, Brandon—"
"What are your plans?" asked he.
"Please don't ask me," she pleaded.
"You must give It up, Brandon. Let
me go my own way."
"Not until I have the whole story
from you. You see, I am not easily
thwarted, once I set my heart on a
thing. I gathered this much from
Sara: the object is not insurmount-
able."
"She—said—that?"
"In effect, yes," he qualified.
"What did she tell you?" demanded
Hetty, laying her hand on his arm.
"I will confess she didn't reveal the
Becret that you consider a barrier, but
she went so far as to say that it was
s to
J
Of
"The only thing
'goodby,' " said he,
nose violently.
"Poor old Les!"
real feeling
"It was Sara Gc
remember was
. then blew Ills
said Vivian, with
och's doing!" ex-
claimed Mrs. Wrandall, getting her
breath at last,
"Nonsense," said Mr. Wrandall,
picking up his book once more and
turning to the place where the book-
mark lay, after which he proceeded to
reread four or five pag«*i before dis-
covering his error.
No one Bpoko for a malter of five
minutes or more. Then Mrs. Wran-
dall got up, went over to the library
table and closed with a snap the bulky
blue book with the limp leather <*>w*r,
saying as she held it up to let him
see that It was the privately printed
in*lory of the Murgatroyd family;
••She—What?" Gasped Leslie's Mother.
table eyes. Many seconds passed be-
fore she spoke.
"Would you want her for your wife
If you knew she had belonged to an-
other man?"
He turned very cold. The palms of
his hands were wet, as with ice-water.
Something dark seemed to flit before
his eyes.
"I will not believe that of her," he
said, shaking his bead with an air of
finality.
"That is not an answer to my ques-
tion."
"Yes, I would etill want her,** he
declared steadily.
"I merely meant to put you to the
harshest test," she said, and there was
relief in her voice "She is a good
girl, sh# Is pure. I asked my question
becaun* until yesterday 1 ha£ reason
' to doubt her."
forbears had done in the way of prop- i "uisltfl Englishwoman."
Pour hundred miles out at sea she
was overtaken by wireless messages
from three persons.
Brandon Booth's message said: "I
am sailing tomorrow on a faster ship
than yours. You will find me waiting
for you on the landing stage." Her
heart gave a leap to dizzy heights, and,
try as she would, she could not crush
it back to the depths in which it had
dwelt for days.
The second bit of pale green paper
contained a cry from a most unexpect-
ed source: "Cable your London ad
dress. S refuses to give It to me. I
think I understand the situation. We
want to make amends for what you
have had to put up with during the
year. She has shown her true nature
at last" It was signed "Leslie."
Prom Sara came these cryptic
words "For each year of famine there
will come seven years of plenty."
All the way acrosB the Atlantlo she
lived in ft state of subdued excitement
Conflicting emotions absorbed her
w aking hours but her dreame were all
of one complexion: rosy and warm
and full of a Joyousness that dls-
agation since the fourteenth century
Hetty did not find It easy to accom-
modate her pride to the plan which
was to give her a fresh and rather
iiu|K>sing start In the world She was
I to have a full year in which to deter-
mine whether she should accept toil
1 and po.-erty as her lot, or emulate the
symbolic example of Dicky, the canary
bird. At tile end of the year, unless
ehe did as Dicky had done, her source
of supplies would be automatically cut
off and she would be entirely depend
! ent upon her own wits and resources,
j In the Interim she was a probationary
I person of leisure. It had required
hours of persuasion on tlve part of
Sara Wrandall to bring her into line
1 with these arrangements,
"But I am able and willing to work
for my living," had been Hetty's stub
j born retort to all the arguments
brought to bear ui>on her.
"Then let me put It In another light,
j It is vital to nie, of course, that you
i should keep up the show of affluence
[ for a while at least. I think I have
! inado that clear to you. But here Is
another side to the matter; the ques-
j tlon of recompense."
U
r
He Stood Looking Down Into Her Se-
rious Blue Eyes.
very dark and dreadful," he said light-
ly. They were speaking in very low
tones. "When I pinned her down to
it, she added that It did not In any
sense bear upon your honor. But
there Is time enough to talk about this
later on. Por the present let's not
discuss the past. I know enough of
your history from your own lips as
well as what little I could get out
of Sara, to feel sure that you are
in a way, drifting. I intend to look
after you, at least until you find your-
self. Your sudden bre*li with Sara
has been explained to me. Leslie
Wrandall is at the back of it. Sara
told me that she tried to force you
"Yes, it was most fair," she ■aid,
compressing her Hps.
He frowned.
"We can't possibly be of the same
opinion," he said seriously.
"You wouldn't say that If you knew
everything."
"How long do you Intend to stay In
London?"
"I don't know. When does this train
arrive there?"
"At four o'clock, I think. Will you
go to an hotel or to friends?" He put
the question very delicately.
She smiled faintly. "You mean the
Murgatroyds?"
Your father is here, I am informed.
And you must have other friends or
ielative8 who—"
"1 shall go to a small hotel I know
near Trafalgar square," she interrupt-
ed quietly. "You must not come there
to see me, Brandon."
"I shall expect you to dine with me
at—say Prince's this evening," was
his response to this.
She shook her head and then turned
to look out of the window. He sat
back in his seat and for many miles,
with deep perplexity In his eyes, stud-
led her halt-averted face. The old
uneasiness returned. Was tills ob-
stacle, after all, so great that it could
not be overcome?
They lunched together, but were
singularly reserved all through the
meal. A plan was growing in her
brain, a cruel but effective plan that
made her despise herself and yet con-
tained the only means of escape from
an even more cruel situation.
Ha drove with her from the station
to the small hotel off Trafalgar square.
There were no rooms to be had. It
was the week of Ascot and the, city
was still crowded with people who
awaited only the royal sign to break
the fetters that bound them to Lon-
don. Somewhat perturbed, Bhe al-
lowed him to escort her to several ho-
tels of a like character. Pailing in
each case, she was In despair. At
last she plucked up the courage to
say to him, not without constraint a^j
embarrassment:
"I think, Brandon, If you were J
allow me to apply alone to on*
these places I could get In without
much trouble."
"Good Lord!" he gasped, going very
red with dismay. "What a fool I—"
"I'll try the Savoy," she said quick-
ly, and then laughed at him. His face
was the picture of distress.
"I shall coine for you tonight at
eight," he said, stopping the taxi at
once. "Goodby till then."
He got out and gave directions to
the chauffeur. Then he did a very
strange thing. He hailed another taxi
and, climbing In, started off in the
wake of the two women. From a
point of vantage near the corridor
leading to the "American bar," he saw
Hetty sign her slips and move off
toward the left. Whereupon, seeing
that she was quite out of the way, he
approached the manager's office and
asked for accommodatons.
"Nothing left, sir,"
"Not a thing?"
"Everything has been taken for
weeks, sir. Pm sorry."
"Sorry, too. I had hoped you might
have something left for a friend who
expects to stop here—a Mias Castle-
ton."
"MIbs Castleton has Just applied.
We could not give her anything."
"Eh?"
"Portunately we could let her have
rooms until eight this evening. We
were more than pleased to offer them
to her for a few hours, although they
are reserved for parties coming down
from Liverpool tonight."
Booth tried the Cecil and got a most
undesirable room. Calling up the
Savoy on the telephone, he got her
room. The maid answered. She In-
formed him that Miss Castleton bad
Just that instant gone, out and would
| not return before seven o'clock.
"I suppose she will not remove her
trunks from the station until she finds
a permanent place to lodge," he In-
quired. "Can I be of any service?"
"I think not, sir. She left no word,
sir."
He hung up the receiver and
straightway dashed over to the Savoy,
hoping to catch her before she left the
hotel. Just Inside the door he came
to an abrupt stop. She was at the
news and ticket booth in the lobby,
closely engaged in conversation with
the clerk. Presently the latter took
up the telephone, and after a brief con-
versation with some one at the other
end, turned to Hetty and nodded his
head. Whereupon she nodded her own
adorable head and began the search
for her purse. Booth edged around
to an obscure spot and saw her pay
for and receive something in return.
"By Jove!" he said to himself,
amazed.
She passed near him, without seeing
him, and went out Into the court. He
watched her turn into the Strand.
(TO BK CONTINUED.)
tressed ber vastly when she recalled [ to marry him. I think you did quite
"Recompense?" cried Hetty sharply : them t0 mlnd ln the early mornlnK j r'Sht In going away as you did, but
| "Without your knowing It, I have hours. During the day she Intermit-1 on the other hand, was It qultu fair to
i Virtually held vou a url-«Hwk.—• • LtUuUj hoved and feared that he would me?"
Purpose Doubtful.
"I'm puzzled about this custom of
eating to music."
"How's that?"
"1 can't understand whether the
food Is Intended to keep your mind
off the music or the muBlo is Intended
to keep your mind off the food,*—
Musician.
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