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Scan 209
The Master's Violin, 1905
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1not disappoint me," she said, serenely, "for all I ask of you is your best. Give me that, and I am satisfied."
3"You've always had that, mother," he returned, with a forced laugh. "When you strike a snag, I suppose the only thing to do is to drive on, so we'll let it go at that. I'll keep on, and do the best I can. If worst comes to worst, I can play in a theatre orchestra."
5"Don't!" cried Margaret; "you'll never have to do that!"
7"Well," sighed Lynn, "you can never tell what's coming, and in the meantime it's almost twelve o'clock."
9With the happy faculty of youth, Lynn was asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. Iris lay with her eyes wide open, staring into the dark, inert and helpless under the influence of that anodyne which comes at the end of a hurt, simply through lack of the power to suffer more. The three letters under her pillow brought a certain sense of comfort. In the midst of the darkness which surrounded her, someone knew, someone understood—loved her, and was content to wait.
11Margaret was troubled because of Lynn's
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