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knew not what brawling and violence. It was not until Dona Mirana, the mother of Serafina, asked him to play to them on his mandolin that Rodriguez ease returned. He bowed then and brought round his mandolin, which had been slung behind him; and knew a triumphant champion was by him now, one old in the ways of love and wise in the sorrows of man, a slender but potent voice, well-skilled trey flowers stitched jersey to tell what there were not words to say; a voice unhindered by language, unlimited even by thought, whose universal meaning was heard and understood, sometimes perhaps by trey flowers stitched jersey wandering spirits of light, beaten far by some evil thought for their heavenly courses and passing close along the coasts of Earth. And Rodriguez played no tune he had ever known, nor any airs that he had heard men play in lanes in
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