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Scan 37
The Master's Violin, 1905
12 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. No printed page number was found. See the scan on archive.org.
1and immortal, which takes its place by right in the symphony of pain. To Margaret, standing there with her senses swaying, all her possibilities of feeling were merged into one unspeakable hurt.
3"Take me away;" she whispered, "I can bear no more!"
5But Lynn did not hear. He was simply and solely the musician, his body tense, his head bent forward and a little to one side, nodding in emphasis or approval.
7She slipped her arm through his and, trembling, waited as best she might for the end. It came at last and the little group near them took up its separate ways. Someone put down the window and closed the shutters. The Master knew quite well that some of his neighbours had been listening, but it pleased him to ignore the tribute. No one dared to speak to him about his playing.
9"Mother! Mother!" said Lynn, tenderly, "I've been selfish, and I've kept you too long!"
11"No," she answered, but her lips were cold and her voice was not the same. They went downhill together, and she leaned heavily upon his supporting arm. He was
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