This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...applause it had been accustomed to win on every occasion of its performance during the previous three or four years. "Now, Lord Leaholme," said Mrs. Bruce, at a sign from Bella, "it is your turn." "Are the turns compulsory, Mrs. Bruce?" he asked. "Of course, with those whom we like to hear." "I am ready," he said, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1878 Excerpt: ...applause it had been accustomed to win on every occasion of its performance during the previous three or four years. "Now, Lord Leaholme," said Mrs. Bruce, at a sign from Bella, "it is your turn." "Are the turns compulsory, Mrs. Bruce?" he asked. "Of course, with those whom we like to hear." "I am ready," he said, going to the piano, "if you are not weary of my performance for to-day." "May I accompany you?" entreated Bella. "Thank you." There was a sad, tired look upon his face, which struck Hester instantly, and made her understand how it was easier to him to sing than to parry their questioning; a look that was new and strange in the brave, dauntless eyes. Bella opened "Don Giovanni" at "II mio Tesoro," and began to play; but he was not ready. "Now, Lord Leaholme," she said, smiling up at him as she struck a single key. "This is your note?' "Oh, Lord Leaholme," laughed Marian, "fancy your requiring the note given you!" "Contemptible, is it not?" he asked with a quick laugh. "I think you must strike the single notes all through, Miss Lane." Bella, laughing heartily, played the symphony again, and then the voice came in, rich and clear. But before the end, it faltered again, and the last word and note were lost in another odd laugh. "I will not try again after that failure." "Oh yes, you will!" cried Bella, gayly. "We cannot excuse him, can we, Marian? Why, that was beautiful!" "Certainly, we cannot excuse him; and please play for yourself, Lord Leaholme." Bella resigned her seat, but lingered near. "Will a nursery rhyme do?" he said, striking a few chord...
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