The paleness grew whiter on her face, and she turned it farther away from me.
“Don’t speak of to-morrow,” she said. “Let the music speak to us of to-night, in a happier language than ours.”
Her lips trembled—a faint sigh fluttered from them, which she tried vainly to suppress. Her fingers wavered on the piano—she struck a false note, confused herself in trying to set it right, and dropped her hands angrily on her
The paleness grew whiter on her face, and she turned it farther away from me.
“Don’t speak of to-morrow,” she said. “Let the music speak to us of to-night, in a happier language than ours.”
Her lips trembled—a faint sigh fluttered from them, which she tried vainly to suppress. Her fingers wavered on the piano—she struck a false note, confused herself in trying to set it right, and dropped her hands angrily on her
