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“John, did those roses cost a fortune?”
“Like I’m going to tell you!”
“Oh, John, they were so pretty, but they must have
cost an arm and a leg, and you should be saving for
college. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements,
the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. You could, if you were ambitious to round out your education,
memorize certain popular foreign phrases. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. It always
comes out sooner or later. She was
breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort
had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly.
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