“I may as well give up my
playing altogether, for I have finished my own pieces; Christoff himself said I might leave them now, and I have no others to[Pg 25] study. Music is so costly that I cannot buy any for myself,—yes, I may as well forget that I wished to be a great, great musician. Schwester!” The boy’s eyes kindled and his cheeks glowed as he 长沙桑拿洗浴全套价格continued ardently,—
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“Oh, oh, it is a beautiful present, and so fragrant, so fragrant! But, Bübchen,” she said in a fondly chiding tone, “you should not have spent your pennies for me; I have so much and you so little.”
“I have you, and—and Christoff, and music,” returned Sebastian soberly.
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“Christoff is calling me, and I must go down. You promise, Sebastian, never to play out of his book again?”
The boy nodded quickly.
“I promise,” he said.
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“I cannot play. I have no music.”
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A huge St. Bernard bounded into the room, and Sebastian, brushing the snow from the shaggy coat, caressed his pet affectionately.