I want it, but not at the price of any one's dishonesty." He turned his head toward Cutty, "You're a thoroughbred, sir.

This will do more to bring me round than all the doctors in the world." "But what the deuce is the difference ?" Cutty demanded with a gesture toward the rejected violins.
The dealer and Hawksley exchanged smiles.

Said the latter: "The other violins are pretty wooden boxes with tolerable tunes in their insides.
This has a soul." He put the violin against his cheek again.
Massenet's "Elegie," Moszkowski's "Serenata," a transcription, and then the aria from Lucia.

Not compositions professional violinists would have selected.

Cutty felt his spine grow cold as this aria poured goldenly toward heaven.