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The Old Piano

           ItwasnotGeorge’sgift;theonlyonewhichshehadreceivedfromherlover,asshethoughtthethingshehadcherishedbeyondallothersherdearestrelicandprize.ShehadspokentoitaboutGeorge;playedhisfavouriteairsuponit;satforlongeveninghours,touching,tothebestofhersimpleart,melancholyharmoniesonthekeys,andweepingovertheminsilence.ItwasnotGeorge’srelic.Itwasvaluelessnow.ThenexttimethatoldSedleyaskedhertoplay,shesaiditwasshockinglyoutoftune,thatshehadaheadache,thatshecouldn’tplay.

           Then,accordingtohercustom,sherebukedherselfforherpettishnessandingratitudeanddeterminedtomakeareparationtohonestWilliamfortheslightshehadnotexpressedtohim,buthadfeltforhispiano.Afewdaysafterwards,astheywereseatedinthedrawing-room,whereJoshadfallenasleepwithgreatcomfortafterdinner,AmeliasaidwithratherafalteringvoicetoMajorDobbin

           "Ihavetobegyourpardonforsomething."

           "Aboutwhat?"saidhe.

           "Aboutaboutthatlittlesquarepiano.Ineverthankedyouforitwhenyougaveitme,many,manyyearsago,beforeIwasmarried.Ithoughtsomebodyelsehadgivenit.Thankyou,William."Sheheldoutherhand,butthepoorlittlewoman’sheartwasbleeding;andasforhereyes,ofcoursetheywereattheirwork.

           ButWilliamcouldholdnomore."Amelia,Amelia,"hesaid,"Ididbuyitforyou.IlovedyouthenasIdonow.Imusttellyou.

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