Jack took the letter, muttered a "sorry" and retired. He returned shortly after, higher, more straight in the person, the radiant face. «Sir God, Stephen, is the most beautiful letter I have ever received. Thanks, thank you very much! " He grabbed Stephen's hand, staring at him with infinite benevolence. "It is also very well written, such a delicate hand!" He looked around in a state of frastornata happiness, then extracted the violin from the custody, the violin who remained for a long time in idleness, and launched himself into an extraordinary virtuosity, interrupted by the whistle of the Nostromo when the commander Fanshawe was welcomed on board.
by Patrick O'Brian
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Jack received a letter that profoundly moved him, prompting a sincere apology as he momentarily withdrew. Upon returning, he appeared revitalized and full of joy, proclaiming the letter to be the most beautiful he had ever received, showering Stephen with gratitude. His exuberance was palpable as he admired the elegant handwriting and reflected on his happiness.

Filled with a sense of artistic inspiration, Jack took out his violin, which had long been untouched. He began to play with remarkable skill and passion, creating an extraordinary performance that resonated with his elevated spirits, only to be interrupted by the sounds of a welcome for Commander Fanshawe aboard the Nostromo.

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