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The Master's Violin, 1905
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1back by so much as a word? Then, all at once, she knew that it was her own warped life which demanded it by way of compensation.
3"No," she breathed, with her lips white, "I will never stand in his way. Because I have suffered, he shall not." Then she laughed hysterically. "How ridiculous I am!" she said to herself. "Why, he is nothing but a child!"
5The mood passed, and the woman's soul began to dwell upon its precious memories. Mnemosyne, that guardian angel, forever separates the wheat from the chaff, the joy from the pain. At the touch of her hallowed fingers, the heartache takes on a certain calmness, which is none the less beautiful because it is wholly made of tears.
7Lynn's violin was silent now, and softly, from the back of the house, the girl's full contralto swelled into a song.
9"The hours I spent with thee, Dear Heart,
10Are as a string of pearls to me;
11I count them over, every one apart—
12My rosary! My rosary!"
14Iris sang because she was happy, but, none the less, the deep, vibrant voice had an under-
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