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Brother
and
sister
stood
side
by
side
without
self
-
consciousness
and
their
voices
soared
sweet
and
shrill
upon
the
evening
air
.
"
Au
clair
de
la
lune
Mon
Ami
Pierrot
Prête
-
moi
ta
plume
Pour
écrire
un
mot
Ma
chandelle
est
morte
Je
n
’
ai
plus
de
feu
Ouvre
-
moi
ta
porte
Pour
l
’
amour
de
Dieu
.
"
The
singing
ceased
and
the
children
,
their
faces
aglow
with
the
late
sunshine
,
stood
smiling
calmly
at
their
success
.
Rosemary
was
thinking
that
the
Villa
Diana
was
the
centre
of
the
world
.
On
such
a
stage
some
memorable
thing
was
sure
to
happen
.
She
lighted
up
higher
as
the
gate
tinkled
open
and
the
rest
of
the
guests
arrived
in
a
body
—
the
McKiscos
,
Mrs
.
Abrams
,
Mr
.
Dumphry
,
and
Mr
.
Campion
came
up
to
the
terrace
.
