Added to this, it reminded her of someone she had known,
yet she could not place the resemblance.
"Oh, to be young and beautiful like that!" she sighed as she buried
her face in her pillow that night. "And since I cannot be, if only
Alice had that girl's face."
And because Alice did not have it, the Baroness went to sleep with a
feeling of bitter resentment against its possessor, the beautiful
young organist of St Blank's.
CHAPTER IX
Up in the loft of St Blank's Church the young organist had been
practising the whole morning. People paused on the street to listen
to the glorious sounds, and were thrilled by them, as one is only
thrilled when the strong personality of the player enters into the
execution.
Down into the committee-room, where several deacons and the young
rector were seated discussing some question pertaining to the well-
being of the church, the music penetrated too, causing the business
which had brought them together, to be suspended temporarily.
"It is a sin to talk while music like that can be heard," remarked
one man. "You have found a genius in this new organist, Rector."
The young man nodded silently, his eyes half closed with an
expression of somewhat sensuous enjoyment of the throbbing chords
which vibrated in perfect unison with the beating of his strong
pulses.
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