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Scan 82
Teacher Of The Violin And Other Tales, 1888
6 lines. Read by computer on 19 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.
1forest-land. The white smoke-wreaths from the city curled up before the cathedral towers, and the storks and kites in long trailing flocks wended their way home from the distant fields. The Princess sat, still and silent, looking out over the wide prospect, with searching, questioning eyes, that seemed to penetrate beyond its farthest bound.
3'I am still listening,' she said at last, 'to that violin lesson that the young man—Otto von Saale, did you call him?—played the other day. Is he considered to be a great performer? In its echoing repeats I seemed to hear voices that I had never heard before, and yet which seemed as though they were the voices of my kin, that told me whence I came, and who I was, and what I might become.'
5'He plays with surpassing feeling,' replied Adelheid, 'and with delicacy of shading and
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