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FLUTE AND VIOLIN.
"When?" asked the parson, coming back to the bed side.
"About three o'clock yesterday."
About three o'clock yesterday! And what was he doing at that time? He bent his head over to his very knees, hiding his face in his hands.
"But why didn't you let me know it? Why didn't you come in?"
"Mrs. Spurlock told me you were at work on a sermon."
"God forgive me!" murmured the parson, with a groan.
