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down to Melbourne with our pockets full of money. I daresay it
was poor enough to what you must have seen, but once I went to a
show like that. It was a story acted to music. All the people
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"No. I never troubled my head about it. We --our lot never did."
"I won't ask you what the story was like. It must have appeared
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singing through their life anywhere except in a fairy tale?"
"These people didn't always sing for joy," said Lingard, simply.
"I don't know much about fairy tales."
"They are mostly about princesses," murmured Mrs. Travers.
Lingard didn't quite hear. He bent his ear for a moment but she
wasn't looking at him and he didn't ask her to repeat her remark.
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