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Scan 319
The yellow violin, 1902
12 lines. Read by computer on 3 September 2026. Printed page 303. See the scan on archive.org.
1cence. No need of fear or shame—no need of penance which a morbid imagination forced upon him. He could breathe the free air, a free man. He could look at the sunshine without remembering that somewhere it lay on an unhallowed grave.
3Oh, the joy of it! the glory of it!
5Better than all, he could claim his own. Never to shrink from accusing glances again—never to wake up with a dread of the dawn, never to sink to sleep with the fear of an unholy death.
7He looked at his watch. It was just the hour at which his train started. No going home tonight for him. Never mind, time was nothing to him now. Tomorrow would do just as well.
9He took his satchel from the depot, and went to a hotel. His step was light and springy, like a boy's. He even hummed as he walked. Sweet Marie was disappointed no doubt, at his non-appearance. No matter, tomorrow would recompense her.
11He took breakfast at the hotel, refreshed, rejuvenated. It was a sunny day, and he made amends for all his old grudges against the sunshine—which was sometimes intolerable to him—by inhaling great draughts of the inspiriting air.
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