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“Do you know,” she said, “that every one is remarking how ill you look. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. Some doting parent had taught him well. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. 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. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light.
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