1.The soft tinkling melody of a mus

1.The soft tinkling melody of a music box drifted up from the closed hatch doors.2.Where Gaston was all smooth, practiced moves and well-rehearsed lines, LeFou was stumbling incoherent babble. And where Gaston was known and worshiped by all, LeFou was barely a footnote in the eyes of the villagers.3.Some were newer, while others had accumulated a fine layer of dust waiting for Maurice’s attention to turn to them once again.4.Gaston puffed out his already puffed-out chest even more and raised his chin in the air, as though posing for an unseen artist.5.The dark-haired man’s eyes narrowed, as if he were a wolf spotting his prey.6.The muscles on his arms rippled as he pulled back on the horse’s reins, making the animal dance nervously.7.She inched around him, looking for the quickest escape route.8.Maurice paused for a moment, letting the words sink in.