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He shook his head

"No!" he declared "Not after you have sung it Your voice to me is infinitely sweeter than any that the world of other days ever so much as dreamed of!"

He bent above her, caressed her hair and kissed her; and for a little while they both forgot their irl recalled him to the work in hand

"Come, Allan, there's so much to do!"

"I know Well now--let's see, what next?"

He paused, a new thought in his eyes

"Beta!"

"Well?"

"You don't find Mendelssohn's 'Wedding March,' do you? Look, dearest, see if you can find it Perhaps it

"You mean?"

He nodded

"Just so! Perhaps, after all, you and I can--"