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Scan 233
The Master's Violin, 1905
10 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.
1"This," she cried, in a passion. "You have no more feeling than the ground beneath your feet! Have n't I seen, have n't I known? Aunt Peace died, and you did not care—you only thought it was unpleasant. You play like a machine, a mountebank. Tricks with the violin—tricks with words! And yet you dare to say you love me!"
3"Iris! Darling!" cried Lynn, stung to the quick. "Don't!"
5"Once for all I will have my say. Tomorrow I go out of your house forever. I have no right here, no place. I am an intruder, and I am going away. You will never see me again, never as long as you live. You, a machine, a clod, a trickster, a thing without a heart—you shall not insult me again!"
7White to the lips, trembling like a leaf, Iris shook herself free and ran up to her room.
9Lynn drew a long, shuddering breath. "God!" he whispered, clenching his hands tightly. "God!"
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