"I'd lay down my life for yours. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. But it is my fault. She was fine and tender. He had died before they married, and when her brother became a widower she had come to his assistance and taken over much of the care of his youngest daughter. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. It does not work, I still suffer madness.
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