His hat became motionless.
"It is all a lie, a lie!" The girl struck her hands together, impotent in her wrath.
It was done so naturally that Warrington, always the dramatist, made a mental note of the gesture.
"I was educated in Paris and Berlin; my musical education was completed in Dresden.

Like all young girls with music-loving souls, I was something of a poet.

I saw the beautiful in everything; sometimes the beauty existed only in my imagination.

I dreamed; I was happy.

I was told that I possessed a voice such as is given to few.