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And for the solution of her difficulty Mildred sought in vain until one day, in the National Gallery, Miss Brand suggested that they should go to Paris together. Miss Brand had told Mildred how she had begun life as a musician. When she was thirteen she had followed Rubenstein from London to Birmingham, from Birmingham to Manchester, and then to Liverpool.
I can't pump out all there is to these compositions. Try something." Spurlock gratefully accepted the Grieg concerto, gratefully, because it was brilliant and thunderous. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. He played for an hour Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
You may feast your eyes upon earth's greatest beauty Yosemite Valley, Yellowstone Park, Niagara Falls, may pass before your vision; you may climb the lofty Alpine summit and behold the snow-streaked and snow-capped peaks towering to the heavens around you or you may listen to the best music ever composed by a Mozart, a Handel, or a Beethoven, or the finest ever executed by a Liszt, a Rubenstein, or a Paderewski; yet I must tell you upon the authority of God's word that "eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him." 1 Cor. 2:9.
"You will get rather tired of that, won't you?" said Cicely, feeling that she was expected to comment on this tremendous announcement. "One gets tired of everything," said Plarsey, with a fat little sigh of resignation. "I can't tell you how tired I am of Rubenstein, and one day I suppose I shall be tired of Mozart, and violette de Parme and rosewood.
All the time he had been sitting like an automaton. Now he was on his feet, swaying backward and forward, his eyes almost starting from his head. "Lock the doors! The bank has been robbed! The notes have gone! Mr. Rubenstein, don't let any one go out! I tell you there was two thousand pounds upon the table. Some one has the notes!"
Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. Plays Beethoven, Rubenstein and all those chaps. I'm a bit daffy about music." "That sounds funny ... to play it with your feet!" McClintock laughed. "It's a pump, like an organ." "Oh, I see. What a wonderful world it is!" Music. She shuddered. "Ay. Well, I'll be getting this tub under way."
With a strength born of her desperation she mastered the quivering of her hands, and catching her breath, began in a weak and trembling voice the melody of Rubenstein: "Thou art as a flower, So pure and fair thou art; I gaze on thee, and sorrow Doth steal into my heart. "I would lay my hands upon thee, Upon thy snowy brow, And pray that God might keep thee So pure and fair as now."
Rubenstein, with a bow and extended hand, motioned to us to pass on. "You will visit us again, I trust," he said, "when we are not so disturbed." "Most certainly!" Mr. Parker promised in our names. "Most certainly, Mr. Rubenstein. We will all come again. Good night!" We walked out to the landing and, descending the stairs, reached the street and stepped into the motor car that was waiting for us.
If I, for instance, were to insist that I had brought with me two thousand pounds in banknotes in my pocket which, let me hasten to assure you, I didn't how could you deny it?" "My notes," Mr. Rubenstein replied feverishly, "all bear the stamp of Lloyd's Bank and to-day's date. They can all be recognized." "In that case," Mr. Parker continued, "I recommend you, Mr.
Though she never touched it, Miss Brand could not live without, a grand piano. 'What's the use? she'd say. 'I've only to open the score to remember to hear Rubenstein play the passage. When they were tout a fait bien installees, they had friends to dinner, and they were especially proud of M. Daveau's company. Mildred liked this large, stout man.
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