Quotation from: The Little Lady of the Big House

Written by: Jack London


He clenched his hands with sudden hurt. The Little Lady was mad, she
must be mad; on no other ground could he understand such arrant
cruelty, listening to her voice and Graham's from the open windows of
the music room as they sang together the "Gypsy Trail."


Nor did he unclench his hands during all the time they sang. And they
sang the mad, reckless song clear through to its mad reckless end. And
he continued to stand, listening to her laugh herself merrily away
from Graham and on across the house to her wing, from the porches of
which she continued to laugh as she teased and chided Oh Dear for
fancied derelictions.

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