|Subject:||[iiwusynth-devel] undermine loll|
|Date:||Sat, 09 Sep 2006 08:23:14 -0000|
He was kneeling, withhis hand over his face. She walked up and down oppositethe Arts Building, watching the lights in Sebastians windows.
Something in the way he said this made Lucy feel a trifle downcast. His amiability puzzled Lucy, and rather discouraged her.
Sebastian was notwith him because she dreaded the Chicago winter climate.
It was an easierentrance than she had hoped for.
Lucy hadnever heard anything sung with such elevation of style.
The Schneff bakery was an old German landmark in that part of thecity.
Lucy felt discouraged and alonein the world.
What made him different from othersingers?
She thoughtshe remembered plaster casts in the Art Museum with just suchcurls. But there was something bleak and unnatural in hissmile, and Lucy hurried away. The next morning, a little before the hour announced, Lucy stoleinto the church. In itscalmness and serenity there was a kind of large enlightenment, likedaybreak.
The piano stood at the front,between two windows.
The next morning, a little before the hour announced, Lucy stoleinto the church.
Everyday his concert agent, Morris Weisbourn, called him up as soon ashis wire was open.
Evidently nothing ever camenear Sebastian to tarnish his personal elegance. He rang forthe elevator, and she was taken up to the sixth storey.
Lucy stuck the telegram in her mirrorand hurriedly began to dress.
To this day she could notremember how she ever got to Auerbachs studio, but she arrivedthere.
Neither of us had looked forward to this American seasonwith much pleasure. Have you ever played the piano accompaniment?
For an ordinary singer she thought she could do very well;but she could never play for him. The large man in the double-breasted morning coat stood before herand smiled encouragingly. Have you ever played the piano accompaniment?
Sebastian, and he spoke of Sebastian in a tone that wasobjectionably familiar. When they hadmet at the door, the light was behind him and she could not see hiseyes. In recognition of theiraid he hangs his oar as a votive offering in the porch of theirtemple. After the holidaysyou must come to my studio and well try an hours practicetogether.
The first number was a Schubert song she had never heard or evenseen.
If she had encouraged him, he would have talked to her too freelyabout Mrs.
Yet she went away feeling that the otherman, whom she used to see secretly, was his real self. If she had encouraged him, he would have talked to her too freelyabout Mrs. She felt that he had dislikedher instantly, as she had him. Have you ever played the piano accompaniment?
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