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THE FIFTH STRING
drawing-room. Mr. Wallace felt that he had failed to convince Mildred of the utter worthlessness of fiddlers, big or little, and as one dissatisfied with the outcome of a contest, re-entered the lists.
"He has visited you?"
"Yes, father."
"Often?"
"Yes, father," spoken calmly.
"Often?" louder and more imperiously repeated the father, as if there must be some mistake.
"Quite often," and she sat down, knowing the catechizing would be likely to continue for some minutes.
"How many times, do you think?"
She rose, walked into the hallway; took the card basket from the table, returned and seated herself beside her father, emptying its contents into her lap. She picked up a card. It read
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