The Story of My Childhood
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perfectly conscientious, kindness itself, and probably wise; but I have wondered if they could have known (as they never did) how severe the disappointment was, the tears it cost me in my little bed in the dark, the music and the master's voice still sounding in my ears, if this knowledge would have weighed in the decision.
I have listened to a great deal of music since then, interspersed with very positive orders, and which generally called for "all hands round" but the dulcet notes of the violin and the "ladies change" were missing. Neither did I ever learn to dance.
From the peculiar gifts that were
wont to be made me in those days, I
am led to infer that my peculiarities
