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"_What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,_ _Of thee what word remains ere speech be still? _ _A wayfarer by barren ways and chill_ _Steep ways and weary, without her thou art._" ROSSETTI.
Geiger-Hans laid the flowers on his knee and, still staring at them with the eyes of mingled horror and grief, gathered his instrument to his embrace and drew from it a strain the like of which Steven had never heard. Low and simple it was, with even a delicate lilt, as of the shadow-dance of bygone joys, yet so heart-rending that, after a moment or two, the listener felt tears rising to his eyes and a catch at his throat, and cried on his companion to stop.