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Scan 47
A teacher of the violin and other tales, 1888
4 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.
1ship, of carpentry-work and stonework and brickwork, all crowded together in the little space of the rising hill-street above the rushing stream, a space small in itself but infinite in its thronged stories of centuries of life—a vast grave, not only of generations of the dead, themselves lying not far from the foundations of their homes, but of buried hopes, of faded beauty, of beaten courage and stricken faith and patience crushed and lost at last in the unequal fight with fate. • The dim cathedral, full of storied windows of deep blood-stained glass and of colossal figures of mailed heroes guarding emblazoned tombs, faced the King's palace, a massive ivy-covered fortress relieved here and there with façades of carved work of the later Renaissance.
3The tired horses of my postchaise struggled up over the stone pavement of this steep street amid the crowd of loiterers
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