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Then he made her sing the second , and he took the treble with his violin ; and he wound up by throwing in a third part himself , a sort of countertenor , his own voice being much higher than the woman 's . The tears stood in Rolfe 's eyes . `` Well , '' said he , `` you have got the soul of music , you two . I could listen to you ` From morn till noon , from noon till dewy eve . ' '' As they returned to Huntercombe , this mercurial youth went off at a tangent , and Rolfe saw him no more . He wrote in peace , and walked about between the heats . Just before dinner-time the screams of women were heard hard by , and the writer hurried to the place in time to see Mr. Basset hanging by the shoulder from the branch of a tree , about twenty feet from the ground .