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Perhaps he would look wretched and miserable again as he had done when they were alone by the piano the Sunday before she went to Germany.... “Play ‘Abide with me,’ Miriam; play ‘Abide with me.’” ...
To-morrow there would be another moment like that. He would say her name suddenly, as he had done last week at the Babingtons’ dance, very low, half-turning towards her. She would be ready this time and say his name and move instead of being turned to stone. Confidently the music assured her of that moment.