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Scan 178
The master's violin, 1906
13 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. Printed page 166. See the scan on archive.org.
1Life, that mystery of mysteries! The silence at the end and the beginning is far easier to understand than the rainbow that arches between. Man, the epitome of his forbears, — more than that, the epitome of creation, — stands by himself — the riddle of the universe.
3The house in some way seemed alive, in pitiful contrast to its mistress, who lay upstairs, spending her last night in the virginal whiteness of her chamber. To-night there, and to-morrow night ——
5Doctor Brinkerhoff, unable to bear the thought, recoiled as if from an unexpected blow. Was it fancy, or did the painted lips of the young officer in the uniform of the Colonies part in an ironical smile?
7"So," said the Master, as he opened the door, "you are late to your lesson."
8"It is my lesson day, is n't it?" returned Lynn. "But I have only come to practise. My aunt is dead."
9"So? Your aunt?"
10"Yes, Aunt Peace. Miss Field, you know," he continued, in explanation.
11"So? I did not know. When was it?"
12"Sunday afternoon."
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