You must learn what it is to be hungry." The squat man picked up the bundle from the table and tore off the wrapping paper.

A violin the colour of old Burgundy lay revealed.
"Boris!" The man in the chair writhed.
"Have I waked you, Stefani ?"--tenderly.

"The Stradivarius--the very grand duke of fiddles! And he and his damned officers, how they used to call out--'Get Stefani to fiddle for us!' And you fiddled, dragged your genius though the mud to keep your belly warm!" "To save a soul, Boris--the boy's.

When I fiddled his uncle forgot to drag him into an orgy.

Ah, yes; I fiddled, fiddled because I had promised his mother!" "The Italian singer! She was lucky to die when she did.