THE FIFTH STRING
tone; "I am sorry I pained you this afternoon; but I am jealous, so jealous of you."
"Jealous?" he said smilingly; "there is no need of jealousy in our lives; we love each other truly and only."
"That is just what I think, we will never doubt each other again, will we?"
"Never!" he said solemnly.
He had placed his violin case on the table in the room. She went to it and tapped the top playfully; then suddenly said: "I am going to look at your violin, Angelo," and before he could interfere, she had taken the silken coverlet off and was examining the instrument closely. "Sure enough, it has five strings; the middle one stands higher than the rest and is of glossy blackness. Uncle Sanders was right; it is a woman's hair!
"Why is that string made of hair?" she asked, controlling her emotion.
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