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.

It was like some great big longing, hoping, sad she-spirit singing.

It was like some great big longing, hoping, sad she-spirit singing.

When the last "sleep" had sort of slid away, I turned round; they were all in the room staring—just staring.

When the last "sleep" had sort of slid away, I turned round; they were all in the room staring—just staring.

Walter Markham came over to see me.

Walter Markham came over to see me.

"You are wonderful!" he said.  "Pam—you are wonderful!"

"You are wonderful!" he said.  "Pam—you are wonderful!"

I looked at Cheneston, suddenly I felt as if I had taken control of my background.

I looked at Cheneston, suddenly I felt as if I had taken control of my background.

Cheneston's face was white.

Cheneston's face was white.

His face was the face of a discoverer.

His face was the face of a discoverer.

He bent over me.

He bent over me.

"You have an extraordinary voice, Pam," he said, "amazing——  But of course it lies—women use their singing voices to tell lies—wonderful, beautiful, sweet-sounding lies."

"You have an extraordinary voice, Pam," he said, "amazing——  But of course it lies—women use their singing voices to tell lies—wonderful, beautiful, sweet-sounding lies."

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