Excerpt: ... good and capable liar. So Catrina did not find out that he knew nothing whatever of music. He watched the plain face as the music rose and fell, himself impervious to its transcendent tones. With practised cunning he waited until Catrina was almost intoxicated with music-an intoxication to which all great musicians are liable. "Ah!" he said. "I envy you your power. With music like that one can almost imagine that life is what one would wish it to be." She did not answer, but she wandered off into another air-a ...
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Excerpt: ... good and capable liar. So Catrina did not find out that he knew nothing whatever of music. He watched the plain face as the music rose and fell, himself impervious to its transcendent tones. With practised cunning he waited until Catrina was almost intoxicated with music-an intoxication to which all great musicians are liable. "Ah!" he said. "I envy you your power. With music like that one can almost imagine that life is what one would wish it to be." She did not answer, but she wandered off into another air-a slumber song. "The Schlummerlied," said De Chauxville softly. "It almost has the power to send a sorrow to sleep." This time she answered him-possibly because he had not looked at her. "Such never sleep," she said. "Do you know that, too?" he asked, not in a tone that wanted reply. She made no answer. "I am sorry," he went on. "For me it is different, I am a man. I have man's work to do. I can occupy myself with ambition. At all events, I have a man's privilege of nursing revenge." He saw her eyes light up, her breast heave with a sudden sigh. Something like a smile wavered for a moment beneath his waxed mustache. Catrina's fingers, supple and strong, struck in great chords the air of a gloomy march from the half-forgotten muse of some monastic composer. While she played, Claude de Chauxville proceeded with his delicate touch to play on the hidden chords of an untamed heart. "A man's privilege," he repeated musingly. "Need it be such?" she asked. For the first time his eyes met hers. "Not necessarily," he answered, and her eyes dropped before his narrow gaze. He sat back in his chair, content for the moment with the progress he had made. He glanced at the countess. He was too experienced a man to be tricked. The countess was really asleep. Her cap was on one side, her mouth open. A woman who is pretending to sleep usually does so in becoming attitudes. De Chauxville did not speak again for some minutes. He sat back in his chair, leaning...
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