Tales from Two Hemispheres by Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen
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perfectly satisfied, however, if you can only
make me as good a musician as you are yourself, so that I can render a not too difficult piece without feeling all the while that I am committing sacrilege in mutilating the fine thoughts of some great composer." "You are too modest; you do not--" "No, no, I am not modest," she interrupted him with an impetuosity which startled him. "I beg of you not to persist in paying me compliments. I get too much of that cheap article elsewhere. I hate to be told that I am better than I know I am. If you are to do me any good by your instruction, you must be perfectly sincere toward me, and tell me plainly of my short-comings. I promise you beforehand that I shall never be offended. There is my hand. Now, is it a bargain?" His fingers closed involuntarily over the soft beautiful hand, and once more the luxury of her touch sent a thrill of delight through him. "I have not been insincere," he murmured, "but I shall be on my guard in future, even against the appearance of insincerity." "And when I play detestably, you will say so, |
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