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Updated: July 28, 2025


She had played it at her last music-lesson... dear old Stroodie walking up and down the long drilling-room.... "Steady the bass"; "grip the chords," then standing at her side and saying in the thin light sneery part of his voice, "You can... you've got hands like umbrellas"... and showing her how easily she could stretch two notes beyond his own span.

She recalled the men she remembered teaching week by week through all the years she had known them... the little bolster-like literature master, an albino, a friend of Browning, reading, reading to them as if it were worth while, as if they were equals... interested friends that had never struck her at the time.... But it was true she could not remember ever having felt a schoolgirl... or being "talked down" to... dear Stroodie, the music-master, and Monsieur old whitehaired Monsieur, dearest of all, she could hear his gentle voice pleading with them on behalf of his treasures... the drilling-master with his keen, friendly blue eye... the briefless barrister who had taught them arithmetic in a baritone voice, laughing all the time but really wanting them to get on.

She remembered even old Stroodie the least attached member of the staff asking her suddenly, once, in the middle of a music-lesson what she was going to do with her life and a day when the artistic vice-principal who was a connection by marriage of Holman Hunt's and had met Ruskin, Miriam knew, several times had gone from girl to girl round the collected fifth and sixth forms asking them each what they would best like to do in life.

Fancy calling her Lily Miriam did not like it, she had known at once. None of the teachers at school had been called by their Christian names there had been old Quagmire, the Elfkin, and dear Donnikin, Stroodie, and good old Kingie and all of them but no Christian names.

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