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One was a love-song of the common type, such as, allowing for difference of diction, might be had in any second-rate music-shop of the present day. But the other was of a very different and far higher order.
By this teaching, if I earned little, I learned much; and every day almost I practised at the music-shop. "When the house was let, Mrs. Conan took a room in the neighborhood, that I might keep up my connection, she said. Then first I was introduced to scenes and experiences with which I am now familiar. Mrs.
You mean kindly, but I must see my uncle. And, without waiting for an answer, he was gone. In short space he was in the little parlour of the music-shop, shaking hands with his uncle, and exclaiming, 'I am so glad! I hoped it was you! 'It is very noble-hearted! I might have known it would be so with the son of my dearest sister and of my generous friend! cried Mr.
It's part truth, and part the other thing. Your father " "My father, poor dear man," Lotty interrupted, "is minding his music-shop in Gloucester, and little thinking what wickedness his daughter is being asked to do." "Hang it! the girl's father, then.
They parted until the following day. Kohn was not sorry to be rid of Christophe by doing him this service. Next day Christophe fetched Kohn at his office. On his advice, he had brought several of his compositions to show to Hecht. They found him in his music-shop near the Opera.
Not Dibdin's; not Barry Cornwall's; not Tom Campbell's; not any of the "Pirate's Serenades" and "I'm afloats!" which appear in the music-shop- windows, illustrated by lithographic vignettes of impossible ships in impracticable positions.
If it had not been for me, the policeman would have marched you off to prison." Cassy laughed. "The dear man! He knew I would be worse off with you." "Yes. He was certainly perspicacious. Where did you say you were going?" Cassy removed her gloves. "Before I was attacked? To a music-shop. There is a song I want to get for Mrs. Thingumagig's, Mrs. Beamish " "Mrs. Who?" Paliser asked.
All I ask of you is, to hold your tongue about my my my frolic, and just make some excuse for my not going into the room again where the mulatto woman is: you may tell Supine, if he asks what's become of me, that I'm gone to the music-shop, to get some new music for him: that will keep him quiet. Good by."
Since all she did was well done, it was not possible for her to be a surprise to anyone. And finally, the rush she had lived in for weeks past, was over, the last afternoon had come, and, in its course, she went to the railway station to make arrangements about her luggage. On her way home, she entered Klemm's music-shop, where she stood, for a considerable time, taking leave of one and another.
It was plain enough that I was to be endowed: to what extent and upon what conditions I was now left for an hour to meditate in the wide and solitary thoroughfares of the new town, taking counsel with street-corner statues of George IV. and William Pitt, improving my mind with the pictures in the window of a music-shop, and renewing my acquaintance with Edinburgh east wind.
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