Bow & Bridge Violin and bow makers, as the old books printed them

Scan 235

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"Yes," she replied, with an incredulous laugh, "if I ever want you, I will let you know."
3"I will go to you," said Lynn, struggling for his self-control, "from the very end of the world. Just send me the one word: 'Come.' And let me thank you now for all the happiness you have given me, and for the memory of you, which I shall have in my heart for always."
5"You are quite welcome," she returned, frigidly. "You—" but the roar of the train mercifully drowned her words.
7The sun still shone, the birds did not cease their singing. Outwardly, the world was just as fair, even though Iris had gone. Lynn walked away blindly, no longer dull, but keenly alive to his hurt.
9From the crucible of Eternity, Time, the magician, draws the days. Some are wholly made of beauty; of wide sunlit reaches and cool silences. Some of dreams and twilight, with roses breathing fragrance through the dusk. Some of darkness, wild and terrible, lighted only by a single star. Others still of riving lightnings and vast, reverberating thunders, while the heart, swelled to bursting, breaks on the reef of Pain.

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