“Lorimer had no pretence to musical talent; when asked, he confessed he could 'strum a little', and he hardly seemed to see the evident wonder and admiration he awakened in the minds of the many, to whom such 'strumming' as his was infinitely more delightful than more practised, finished playing.”
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