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Mary was most cordial. She seized his fiddle and his hat and stowed
them carefully away together, while Luther, pushing the latest visitor
to a place at his side on the settee, told him how fortunate he was to
drop in just at that time, as he would hear a few interesting things
about the famine in India.
Perry was positively ungrateful. He declared that he could only stay a
minute at the most, and that it was really not worth Luther's while to
begin reading. Mary said that she would not hear of him leaving. She
had hidden his hat and would insist on his playing; that was, if I did
not mind and her uncle gave his permission. Perry smiled. There was
less fire in his eyes when I vowed that not till I had listened again
to the song of his beloved violin would I stir from my chair. So he
settled back to pay the price and hear the story of Flora Martin and
the tiger.
Luther repeated his account of the book and the story of Brother
Matthias Pennel. He told Perry of Sister Flora and her saintly
character, and of the devastation by the fierce king of the Bengal
jungle.
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