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He played anew; now the strings trembled with motions as light as

though the wing of a fly were sounding on the string, giving

forth a gentle, hardly audible buzzing. The master fixed his gaze

on the sky, awaiting inspiration; he looked down and surveyed the

instrument with a haughty eye, he raised his hands and lowered

them together, and smote with both hammers at once; the auditors

were amazed.-