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Scan 27
The Master's Violin, 1905
20 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.
1the arch, and struck a few chords. The instrument was old and worn, but still sweet, and, fearful at first, but gaining confidence as she went on, Iris sang an old-fashioned song.
3Her voice was contralto; deep, vibrant, and full, but untrained. Still, there were evidences of study and of work along right lines. Before she had finished, Irving was beside her, resting his elbow upon the piano.
5"Who taught you?" he asked, when the last note died away.
7"Herr Kaufmann," she replied, diffidently.
9"I thought he was a violin teacher."
11"He is."
13"Then how can he teach singing?"
15"He doesn't."
17Irving went no farther, and Miss Temple, realising that she had been rude, hastened to atone. "I mean by that," she explained, "that he doesn't teach anyone but me. I had a few lessons a long time ago, from a lady who spent the Summer here, and he has been helping me ever since. That is all. He says it doesn't matter whether people have voices or not—if they have hearts, he can make them sing."
19"You play, don't you?"
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