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id: 29361
author: Sampson, George
title: A Day with Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy
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  On the other hand, I retorted, look at our old affection for Handel and our new affection for Mr. Mendelssohn himself. I had no need to be told that it was Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy himself.


id: 14107
author: Falkner, John Meade
title: The Lost Stradivarius
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  And now, my dear Edward, I shall ask your forgiveness if in the history I have to relate any observation of mine should seem to reflect on the character of your late father, Sir John Maltravers. Mr. Smart received Sir John Maltravers with deference, demanded in what way he could serve him; and on hearing that his opinion was required on the authenticity of a violin, smiled somewhat dubiously and led the way into a back parlour.


id: 2662
author: Hardy, Thomas
title: Under the Greenwood Tree; Or, The Mellstock Quire A Rural Painting of the Dutch School
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  Is that thee, young Dick Dewy? came from the darkness. Then why not stop for fellow-craters--going to thy own father's house too, as we be, and knowen us so well? Dick Dewy faced about and continued his tune in an under-whistle, implying that the business of his mouth could not be checked at a moment's notice by the placid emotion of friendship.


id: 175
author: Leroux, Gaston
title: The Phantom of the Opera
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  He was quite reassured as to the fate of Raoul Chagny and Christine Daae; no one could have doubted the word of the weeping Erik that night. I am very fond of you, M. Raoul, you know.


id: 38949
author: Sheppard, Elizabeth Sara
title: Charles Auchester, Volume 1 (of 2)
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  I said how pale you were, with such dark eyes, and about your playing, and he said,-- 'All right, go and fetch him, or send him to me: will you be so kind?' How could you be quite sure? Davy, indeed, merely mentioned that he had brought little Clara to England himself, and left her in London with his own mother's sister, whose house he always reckoned his asylum, if not his home.


id: 40259
author: Sheppard, Elizabeth Sara
title: Charles Auchester, Volume 2 (of 2)
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  Well, so he is, except when he is playing; but then I fancied that was because he is so abstracted, and so bound to music hand and foot, as well as heart and soul. I pray you, for God's sake, do go to bed! Carl, very Carl, little Carl, great Carl!


id: 3727
author: Richardson, Henry Handel
title: Maurice Guest
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  He was more effectively jerked out of his preoccupation by single spoken words, which, from time to time, struck his ear: this was Furst, who, in the absence of a programme, announced from his seat beside Schilsky, the headings of the different sections of the work: WERDEGANG; SEILTANZER--here Maurice saw Dove conducting with head and hand--NOTSCHREI; SCHWERMUT; TARANTELN--and here again, but vaguely, as if at a distance, he heard suppressed laughter. Taking Maurice by the arm, he steered him to a corner of the hall where sat two little provincial English sisters, looking hopeless and forlorn.


