I have not been
able to play it through yet without a break. Sit down and try how far you
can play, Dexie."
Dexie took the offered seat, and her hands swept the keys; but her firm
touch seemed wanting. Wherein was that peculiar power that thrilled her
with such exquisite pain; her hands fluttered, tears rose unbidden to her
eyes, then, with a sudden break in the chords, she bowed her face in her
hands.
Lancy was bending over her in a moment, and drawing her hands gently down,
held them in a firm clasp.
"What is the matter with that music?" she said, at last, in a low tone. "I
do not think I am nervous, but it sets my heart throbbing so that I cannot
bear it."
"I think it is the keynote of our hearts that is struck by those chords,
and gives back such answering thrills. I never came across anything before
that affected me like it."
"Well, whatever it is, it is painfully sweet. I will try it again, but
don't stand looking at me, there's a good fellow, but go away by the window
and look out at--nothing."
Again those wondrous chords filled the room, but the masterful touch that
usually accompanied Dexie's fingering was now wanting, for it was a
trembling hand that followed the printed notes.
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