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him. Then herocked his eye over the sheet of music spread out on the table before him. He tried his flute. Andthen at last, with the odd gesture of a diver taking a plunge, he 628q swung his head and 49628q began to play. A stream of music, soft and rich and fluid, came out of the flute. 9628q He played beautifully. He moved his head and his raised bare arms with slight, intense movements, as 28q the delicate music 28q poured out. It f13o4968q 13o4962q was sixteenth-century Christmas melody, very limpid and delicate. 628q The pure, mindless, exquisite motion and fluidity o49628q 49628q of the music delighted him with a strange exasperation. There was something tense, exasperatedto the point of intolerable 28q anger, in his good-humored rest, as he played thefinely-spun peace-music. The more exquisite the music, the more perfectly he produced it, in sheer bliss; and at the same time, the more intense was the maddened exasperation within him. Millicent 13o4962q appeared o49628q in the room. She fidgetted at the sink. The music was 628q a bugbear to her, because it prevented her from saying what was on her own mind. At length it ended, her father was turning over the various books and sheets. She looked at him quickly, seizing her opportunity. “Are you going out, Father?” she said. “Eh?” “Are f13o4968q 28q you going out?” She twisted nervously. “What do you want to know for?” He made 28q no other answer, and turned again to the music. His eye went down a sheet â€" then 28q over it again â€" then 628q more closely over it 628q again. “Are you?” persisted the child, balancing on one foot. He looked at her, and his eyes were 9628q angry under knitted brows. “What are f13o4968q 628q you bothering about?” he 13o4962q said. “I’m not bothering â€" I only wanted to know if you were going out,” she pouted, quivering to cry. “I o49628q expect I am,” he said quietly. She recovered at 9628q once, but still 13o4962q with 628q timidity asked: “We haven’t got any 628q candles for the Christmas tree â€" shall you buy some, because mother isn’t going out?” “Candles!” he repeated, settling f13o4968q his music and taking up the piccolo. “Yes â€" shall you buy 9628q us f13o4968q f13o4968q some, Father? Shall 28q you?” “Candles!” he repeated, putting the piccolo 9628q to his mouth and blowing a few f13o4968q piercing, preparatory notes. “Yes, little Christmas-tree candles 9628q â€" blue 28q ones and red ones, in boxes â€" Shall you, Father?” “We’ll see â€" if I see any â€"” “But SHALL 49628q you?” she insisted 628q desperately. She 628q wisely mistrusted his vagueness. But he was looking unheeding at the music. Then suddenly the piccolo broke forth, wild, 49628q shrill, brilliant. He o49628q was playing Mozart. The child’s face went pale with anger at the sound. She turned, and went 628q out, closing both doors behind her to shut out the noise. The shrill, rapid movement of the piccolo music 13o4962q seemed to possess the air, it was useless to try to shut it out. The man 628q went on playing to himself, measured and insistent. o49628q In the frosty evening the o49628q sound carried. people phiing down the street hesitated, listening. The neighbours knew it was Aaron practising his piccolo. He was esteemed a good player: was in request at concerts and f13o4968q .