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Scan 49
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.
1if any act of mine could wipe away my touch, I should do it here and now. As it is, I can only ask your pardon."
3"We will no longer speak of it," returned the Master, with quiet dignity. "We will attempt to forget."
5He went to the window and stood with his back to Irving for a long time. "What could I have done?" thought Lynn. "I only picked it up and laid it down again—I surely did not harm it."
7He was too young to see that it was the significance, rather than the touch; that the old man felt as a lover might who saw his beloved in the arms of another. The bloom was gone from the fruit, the fragrance from the rose. For twenty-five years and more, the Cremona had been sacredly kept.
9The Master's thoughts had leaped that quarter-century at a single bound. Again he stood in the woods beyond East Lancaster, while the sky was dark with threatening clouds and the dead leaves scurried in fright before the north wind. Beside him stood a girl of twenty, her face white and her sweet mouth quivering.
11"You must take it," she was saying "It
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