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Only think of your hearing music now!" "Heavenly music!" he went on. "The sounds seem to come from above." "What? You have always refused to give me a box at the Italiens because you could not abide music, and are you turning music-mad at this time of day? Mad that you are!
In a fit of spleen, because the parental regulations required him always to be at home by midnight, he shipped himself off to Australia, trusting that so energetic a step "would bring the govenor to his senses." He was music-mad, and appeared to know every opera by heart, and wearied us out of all patience with his everlasting humming of "Ciascun lo dice" "Non piu mesta," &c.
"My little brother adores you, M. Joyselle," said Brigit suddenly; "he will be so pleased. He calls your hair a halo!" "A sad sinner's halo, then. The beautiful saints have others. And your little brother, what is his name? And how old is he?" "Tommy is his name, and he is twelve. He is music-mad, and such a dear! Isn't he, Théo?" Brigit had never been so happy.
She extracted the needle. "I don't think I'm unwomanly but I'm not a good sewer. Emile! don't you think we might have some music? I really am beginning to sing 'Le Rêve' quite well." Her education in Anarchy had commenced with the teaching of revolutionary songs. Emile, who was himself music-mad, had discovered her to be possessed of a rough contralto voice of a curious mature quality.
The singing school has gone to the wall along with the volunteer choir and the notion that every boy and girl can and ought to sing. Once in several whiles you find a "music-mad family," of which every member plays upon some instrument and studies music with expensive professors.
The company remained in Macuto for two weeks. Each performance filled the house as closely as it could be packed. Then the music-mad people fought for room in the open doors and windows, and crowded about, hundreds deep, on the outside. Those audiences formed a brilliantly diversified patch of colour.
From the hurdy-gurdy of my childhood, down to Kubelik and his successors, I have been more or less music-mad. You play wonderfully!" Sudden, inexplicable shyness. Hawksley smiled. An hour or two with that old Amati. "I am only an unconventional amateur. You should hear Stefani Gregor when the mood is on.
I wish you could see that house, Arkwright. It's a regular layer cake. Cyril he's the second brother; must be thirty-four or five now lives on the top floor in a rugless, curtainless, music-mad existence just a plain crank. Below him comes William. William collects things everything from tenpenny nails to teapots, I should say, and they're all there in his rooms.
They were both music-mad, the father having had in early youth a thorough musical education, the boy possessing musical talent of a high order. Such training as was his he had received from his father, but it was confined to one single instrument, the violin.
"If you wonder less how you can stay, remain of course," said Spener with no great cordiality: he owed this stranger nothing, after all. "It will only be to prove that I am really music-mad, as they have been telling me ever since I was born. If that is the case, from the evidences I have had since I came here I think I shall recover." "What do you mean?" asked Spener.
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