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

Scan 96

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"No," returned the Fräulein, excitedly, "you did not. It will be most kind if you will do it now."
3The women talked in low tones and the others were silent without listening. The street was in shadow, and here and there lanterns flashed in the dark. Down in the valley, velvety night was laid over the river and the willows that grew along its margin, but the last light lingered on the blue hills above, and a single star had set its exquisite lamp to gleaming against the afterglow.
5The wings of darkness hovered over the little house, and yet no word was spoken. It was an intimate hush, such as sometimes falls between lovers, who have no need of speech. Lynn and Iris looked forward to the future, with the limitless hope of Youth, while the others brooded over a past which had brought each of them a generous measure of joy and pain.
7The full moon came out from behind the clouds and flooded the valley with silver light. "Oh," cried Iris, "how glorious it is!"
9"Yes," said the Master, "it is the light of dreams. All the ugliness is hidden, as in life,

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