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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Blix by Frank Norris: spoken the exact truth. It was quite impossible for her to carry
a tune half a dozen bars without entangling herself in as many
different keys. What voice she had was not absolutely bad; but as
she persisted in singing in spite of Condy's guying, he put back
his head and began a mournful and lugubrious howling.
"Ho!" she exclaimed, grabbing the banjo from his knees, "if I
can't sing, I can play better than some smart people."
"Yes, by note," rallied Condy, as Travis executed a banjo "piece"
of no little intricacy. "That's just like a machine--like a hand-
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