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"The old woman seemed interested in my playing!" he said, "And perhaps she gave all she could give!"
"Let us not be downhearted, Brother!" said the sister. "Surely tomorrow you will find someone who will reward your talent!"
The little old man was quiet for a long time and then he arose and again drew his bow across the violin strings. The old lady sat very still and dreamed, for her brother was playing one of their childhood songs. |
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