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That kind of a man always goes the limit." "I see. Wait here." At Cutty's approach Hawksley looked up apathetically. "Want me?" "Perhaps." "You are pale. Anything serious?" "Yes. Karlov has got Kitty." For a minute Hawksley did not stir. Then he got up, put away the Amati, and came back. He was pale, too. "I understand," he said. "They will exchange her for me. Am I right?" "Yes.
Instinctively the girl clung to the man, and he put his arms round her for the first time since she was a little child. Even in their mutual fright she felt his heart give a wild throb. Then the door opened gently and on the threshold appeared Tommy, sound asleep, hugging to his unconscious breast the volume of the Encyclopædia Britannica, in which he had been reading about the Amati.
I got the job through an old pupil, Milton Strauss, which he says a feller by the name Potash gives away a fiddle which he bought, and now he thinks it's a genuine Amati. So I should please go up and look at it; and if it is oder it isn't, I get ten dollars." "Who's this feller Potash?" the professor asked, and Emil shrugged. "What difference does that make?" he said.
Give him an hour or two with that old Amati if she really cared for music! She would be coming to the apartment again some afternoon, when his host was out of the way. Better still, he would call her by telephone; the plea of loneliness. Scoundrel? Of course he was. He was not denying that. He would embark upon this affair without the smug varnish of self-lies. Fire to play with it!
Did she think occasionally of the splendour of the title that was hers? She did. To her mind Mrs. John Hawksley was incomparably above and beyond anything in that Bible of autocracy the Almanach de Gotha. After supper Cutty brought in the old Amati. "Play," he said, lighting his pipe. So Hawksley played played as he never had played before and perhaps as he would never play again.
Cutty understood that he was witnessing a flash of the ancient blood. To want anything was to have it. "I repeat, sir, I cannot sell it. It belongs to a Hungarian who is now in Hungary. I loaned him fifteen hundred and took the Amati as security. Until I learn if he is dead I cannot dispose of the violin. I am sorry.
To declare flatly that Abe's gift was a bogus Amati might offend him seriously, while to admit that it was genuine, but only worth one hundred dollars, was to foster Abe's notion that he, Felix, had wasted three thousand dollars on a similar violin. "I want to tell you something, Abe," he began at last.
He opened it carefully and took off the velvet cloth, as if this was his peculiar office, then handed the instrument to Gerhardt. David turned it over under the candles, telling Madame Fleury that he would have known it anywhere, Rene's wonderful Amati, almost too exquisite in tone for the concert hall, like a woman who is too beautiful for the stage.
It was precisely half-past nine, while a tabloid drama in progress on the stage rendered the presence of the orchestra unnecessary, that Emil Pilz returned. "Nu Emil," Louis said as they stood in the corridor leading to the stage entrance, "did you seen the Amati?" He grinned in humorous anticipation of Emil's answer. "Yes, I did seen it," Emil replied, "and it's a very elegant, grand model."
It may be remarked of all the Cremona violins of the best period, whether Amati, Stradiuarius, Guarnerius, or Steiner, that they are marked no less by their perfect beauty and delicacy of workmanship than by their charm of tone.
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