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the O'HarasShe almost called out to Jamie, then she remembered
I'll be going to grandfather'sSomebody would smell
it on my breathI feel as warm inside as if I had just
had a drinkDaniel pulled the bow over the
strings"The Maid Behind the Bar," he said
Including Scarlett, though she didn't know whyIn an instant the big
room rang with the music of an Irish reelBilly's concertina whined
vigorously, Brian piped the tune on his tin whistle, Stephen played
his tin whistle in rippling counterpoint that wove in and out of Brian's
melodyJamie beat time with his foot, the children clapped, Scarlett
clapped, everyone clappedShe threw up the hand
holding the bones and the sharp staccato clacking made an insistent
rhythm that held everything togetherFaster, the bones demanded,
and
the others obeyedThe whistles soared higher, the fiddle scraped
louder, the concertina puffed to keep upA half dozen children got up
and began to leap and hop across the bare floor in the center of the
roomScarlett's hands grew hot from clapping, and her feet were
moving as if she wanted to leap about with the childrenWhen the
reel
came to an end, she fell back against the settee, exhausted"Come
along, Matt, show the babies how to dance," cried Maureen with a
tempting rattle of the bonesThe older man near Scarlett stood up
"God save us, wait a bit," Billy begged"I need a bit of a rest
Give us a song, instead, Katie He squeezed a few notes out of the
concertInaScarlett started to prot
