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33601	Reed, Myrtle	The Master's Violin			.txt	text/plain	58932	4671	92	"Sing something, dear," said Aunt Peace, drowsily, and Iris made a "Dear Aunt Peace," said Margaret, softly, "you are doing it now, when "Good evening, Doctor," said Miss Field, in her stately way; "I "I asked him once," said Iris, "if he liked all the queer things in his the old books--a young lady something like Miss Iris. Lynn came down the hill, swinging his violin case, and Iris, a little "That is very interesting," said Lynn, when Aunt Peace had finished her "Dear Aunt Peace," said Margaret, softly, "you found a bit of human course," as Iris said to Lynn, "we don't know that he is, but since he's "Iris," said Aunt Peace, one day, "come here." Margaret came in, and Iris went away, sobbing bitterly. Long afterward, Iris remembered the look on Margaret's face as she said "Miss Iris," said the Master, "she will have gone away?"	./cache/33601.txt	./txt/33601.txt