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The Master's Violin, 1905
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1held down by the written score. It must make changes, flourishes, improvements. It is one pity that the composer cannot know."
2"I forgot," temporised Lynn.
3"So? Then why not take up the parlour organ? You should have an instrument on which the notes are all made. I should not advise the banjo, or even the concertina. The organ that turns by the handle would be better yet. To make the notes—that is most difficult, is it not so? Now, then, the adagio. Let us see how much you can better that."
4Lynn played it correctly, and with intelligence, but without feeling.
5"One moment," said the Master. "There is something I do not understand. That adagio is one of the most beautiful things ever written. It is full of one heartache and has in it many tears. Your aunt, you say, lies dead in your house, and yet you play it like one machine. I cannot see! Perhaps you had quarrelled?"
6"No," returned Lynn, in astonishment, "I was very, very fond of her."
7There was a long silence, then the Master sighed. "The thing means more than the
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