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Scan 175
The yellow violin, 1902
4 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. Printed page 161. See the scan on archive.org.
1his hands—"so it is indeed my little girl of the streets! Welcome, my child, welcome! welcome!" and he took her face in his hands, and looked eagerly into her eyes. "I thought I had lost the little maid. I feared I should never see her again," he said, every word pointed with pleasure. "And you know, perhaps that I was sick—oh, very, very ill, so that once or twice those wise men they call doctors gave me up to die. But for that, my dear, I should have sought you out at once. And so you are the Marie that excellent woman down stairs has often spoken of! Why did I not know it?"
3Marie, timid and blushing, listened to all this as one in a dream. How delightful it was to her to be recognized by this man, to whom she looked up as to a superior being! His remarkable personality, acknowledged by all who came within the charm of his presence, did not appeal so forcibly to her as his apparent interest in her, and his candid admission of the fact by word and manner. Could he possibly know that, though Cousin Selina trusted her and treated her as one of the family, she was still not far removed from a servant? What was there in her to merit his consideration? Possibly she reminded him of his own little daughter
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