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"I'm very glad I sat down beside this chap," he murmured to himself, as the accompanist played the opening bars of Handel's Droop not, young lover, and then he settled down to listen to the man who sang it. He was happier here, for singing was more easy to judge than instrumental music.
Why, I'm just what I always was to you your constant slave, your everlasting lover, and your friend. I'll talk it all over with you later. It's impossible now. They're ready for you in the ball-room. The accompanist is waiting. Do, do, do be reasonable. I will see you afterwards late." A determined poignant look came into her eyes. She drew still farther away from him.
As she stood in the wing her violin under her arm, Grace thought she had never appeared more beautiful. Her gown was of some soft, white material and rather simply made. "I never like to wear fussy things when I play," she had confided to the girls. Jessica stood directly behind her. She was to act as accompanist.
Straker contradicted that; he told them he had heard from you, and that you were at the bedside of a dying relative. Besides that, Miss Redmond, the difficulty in getting up an elopement story was the lack of a probable man. Your manager and your accompanist were both found and interviewed, and there wasn't anybody else in New York except me who knew you.
Lorch, she had been staying at a students' club to which she was introduced by Miss Adler, Bowers's morning accompanist, an intelligent Jewish girl from Evanston. Thea took her lesson from Bowers every day from eleven-thirty until twelve. Then she went out to lunch with an Italian grammar under her arm, and came back to the studio to begin her work at two.
And on this occasion also ... or did he merely fancy that it was so? on catching sight of him in the first row, she seemed to be delighted, seemed to blush and again she gazed intently at him. Then, without turning round, she retreated a couple of paces in the direction of the piano, at which the accompanist, the long-haired foreigner, was already seated.
Will the beggar aria from the 'Prophet' be agreeable to you?" Without waiting for answer Jane Zild went to the piano. The accompanist struck the first notes of the well-known aria, and hardly had Roger heard the magnificent contralto of the stranger than he enthusiastically exclaimed: "Thank God, Madame X is sick!"
I may add that although he could absent himself from the hall for the time Chopin was playing, he could not absent himself from the concert, for, as the papers tell us, he acted as accompanist.
"Probably because I'm always firmly convinced of your ultimate success." "No, no. It isn't that. It's because you're the most perfect accompanist any one could have." Miss Lermontof swept her a mocking curtsey. "Mille remercîments!" Then she laughed rather oddly. "I believe you still have no conception of the glory of your voice, you queer child."
She would have liked to, but her accompanist was coming at half-past ten. There were few days when she was not singing at night that she dispensed with her morning's work. She considered herself like a gymnast, bound to go through her feats in private, so as to assure herself of her power of being able to go through them in public.
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