There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. " "And you expect me to believe you after what has passed?" "I do; and, more than that, I expect you to thank me. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Another day of nonsuccess would mean many disagreeable things. "But to drag this innocent child into the muck! With her head full of book nonsense—love stories and fairy stories! Have you any idea of the tragedy she is bound to stumble upon some day? I don't care about you. Not very long, if you want to get well. Now I’ll tell you what I propose. “Yes,” she said at last, “it is firm and affectionate. But leave me here in my home, child, I will disintegrate if I am exposed.
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