When she spoke, Tom held his breath, so eagerly he listened; when she sang, he sat like one entrance

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When she spoke, Tom held his breath, so eagerly he listened; when she sang, he sat like one entranced. She touched his organ, and from that bright epoch even it, the old companion of his happiest hours, incapable as he had thought of elevation, began a new and deified existence.
~ Charles Dickens