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Well, have you heard the Te Deum? or
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Has Heath played any of his compositions to you yet? To Mrs. Mansfield's invariable unembarrassed
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No! he gave a shrug of the shoulders, a
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He's an extraordinary fellow! or a
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Well, I've made a failure of it this time! Once he added:
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Don't you want to hear his music?
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Not unless he wants me to hear it, Mrs. Mansfield replied. Elliot looked at her for a minute with his large, prominent and kind eyes, and said:
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No wonder you're adored by your friends! Several times since the evening in Cadogan Square he had heard Heath play his compositions, and he now began to feel as if he owed this pleasure to his busy and almost vulgar curiosity about musical development and the progress of artists, as if Heath's reserve were his greatest proof of regard and friendship. He had not succeeded in persuading Heath to come to one of his Sunday musical evenings, at which crowds of people in society and many artists assembled. Mrs. Mansfield taught him not to attempt any more persuasion. He realized that his first instinct had been right. The plant must grow in darkness. But he was always being carried away by artistic enthusiasms, and had an altruistic desire to share good things. And he dearly loved