Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less than his accustomed skill. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears.
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