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This friendly disposition was most agreeably displayed at the principal rehearsal, which took place on the stage of the Italian Opera House. I had now gained sufficient control to allow me to dismiss a careless cornet-player from the orchestra with a severe reproof, without incurring any difficulties owing to their esprit de corps.
I assured him that I had never, in my own mind, doubted that he was the real and only assassin, and I went on and asked him what he had done with the body of the cornet-player he had killed. He said, "To which one may you be alluding?" "Oh, were there any more then?" I inquired. He smiled, and gave a little cough.
Weigl, the cornet-player, did not want to know anything: he was ready to admire anything, or anybody, good or bad, star or gas-jet: everything was the same to him: there were no degrees in his admiration: he admired, admired, admired. It was a vital necessity to him: it hurt him when anybody tried to curb him. Old Kuh, the violoncellist, suffered even more. He loved bad music with all his heart.
"What a question to ask a cornet-player!" replied Mr Cheadle, as he undid his overcoat to reveal a much worn evening suit, together with a frayed, soiled shirt. "Excellent! excellent!" cried Mr Poulter on seeing the cornet-player's garb. "One 'ud think I played outside pubs," grumbled Mr Cheadle. "Now, if only Mr Baffy would come, you artistes could get to work," remarked Mr Poulter pleasantly.
"But that was not his only crime, alas!" added my uncle. "Prior to that he had killed a solo cornet-player." "No! Is that really a fact?" exclaimed Mr. Coombes. "Of course it's a fact," answered my uncle testily; "at all events, as much a fact as you can expect to get in a case of this sort. "How very captious you are this evening. The circumstantial evidence was overwhelming.
Otherwise he looked fresh and healthy enough; his hard life was not undermining his strength; he thrived on the sense of community, and was almost always cheerful. His cheeks grew round as those of a cornet-player, and his distended nostrils spoke of his fiery zeal; he needed much air, and always wore his clothes open upon his chest.
She felt sad this evening, and the tawdry character of this entertainment was contrasted in her mind with the traditions of drawing-rooms at Buckingham Palace. A cornet-player, a fiddler, and a female pianist entered, and the squeak of their instruments in process of reconstruction soon jarred upon her nerves.
The time was ripe for work in the highways and byways the sowing of seed in out-of-the-way places, and the preacher was to "take the road" with one or two good singers, a cornet-player, and a cottage-organ, and give people in isolated mountain-nooks a chance to hear the Word and profit thereby for their eternal weal.
The poor fellow, the cornet-player, had been in the neighbourhood barely a month. Old Mr. Bishop, who kept the 'Jolly Sand Boys' at the time, and from whom I had the story, said he had never known a more hard-working and energetic solo cornet-player. He, the cornet-player, only knew two tunes, but Mr.
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