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those eyes! as unfathomable as the dim water of a well. Even now, as I remember them after these many years, my heart beats, and I feel my head grow giddy thinking of them. If you had seen those eyes, you would know what that burning languor which poets are always writing about really is.
"Of one thing I was justly proud. Since that famous evening of the charity concert, he played—if not in a more theoretically correct way—far more brilliantly and more sensationally than he had ever done before.
"His whole heart now poured itself out in those voluptuous Hungarian melodies, and all those whose blood was not frozen with envy and age were entranced by that music.
"His name, therefore, began to atract large audiences, and although musical critics were divided in their opinions, the papers always had long articles about him."
"And—being so much in love with him—you had the fortitude to suffer, and yet to resist the temptation of seeing him."
"I was young and inexperienced, therefore
