The Second Violin
Lansing wheeled about and picked up his instrument, carefully trying its pitch. He gave the signal, and the ¿March of the Pilgrims¿ began¿in the remote distance. The double-bass viol gripped his bow with his stubby twelve-year-old fingers, and hardly breathed as he strove to keep his notes subdued.
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