sash. They had blue chinese lanterns with apple-blossom pattern on the stoep, and great copper bowls of larkspurs and pale pink carnations everywhere, and black cushions on all the white wicker chairs; and Grace wore black with an enormous blue sash. She was singing in the drawing-room, with Walter Markham turning over her music, and when she came out on to the stoep she said: She was singing in the drawing-room, with Walter Markham turning over her music, and when she came out on to the stoep she said: "Surely, Pam, you play or something?" "Surely, Pam, you play or something?" "I sing a little," I said. "I sing a little," I said. "Then do try," said she—you know the sort of woman who always asks another woman to "try" to sing. "Then do try," said she—you know the sort of woman who always asks another woman to "try" to sing. I went straight to the piano and I sang "Melisande in the Wood," accompanying myself. I went straight to the piano and I sang "Melisande in the Wood," accompanying myself. I think my voice has a funny register, it seems to surprise people. It's terrifically deep and strong and soft—almost "furry." I think my voice has a funny register, it seems to surprise people. It's terrifically deep and strong and soft—almost "furry." It's rather disconcerting, because it doesn't sound as if it belonged to me at all; I am like a doll's house fitted with a church organ. It's rather disconcerting, because it doesn't sound as if it belonged to me at all; I am like a doll's house fitted with a church organ. I don't think I have ever sung as I did that night. I was pealing and ringing and chanting inside before ever I started, and all that was there in my heart seemed to rush into my voice. I don't think I have
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