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for those who love musicby axel munthe (adapted)for those who love music is one of the short memoirs and essays fromaxel munthes book vagabonds. in this story, the author recounts hismemories of his interactions with an organ player and his monkey whoperformed in the streets to make money.1) i had engaged him by the year. twice a week he came and wentthrough his whole repertoire, and lately, out of sympathy for me, he wouldplay the miserere at the prevatore¹, which was his show piece, twice over.i stood there in the middle of the street looking steadfastly up at mywindows while he played, and when he had finished he would take off hishat with an addio, signori²it is well known that the barrel-organ, like the violin, gets a fuller andmore sympathetic tone the older it is. the old artist had an excellentinstrument, not of the modern noisy type which imitates a whole orchestraof flutes and bells and beats of drums, but a melancholy old-fashionedbarrel-organ which knew how to lend a dreamy mystery to the gayestallegretto³, and in whose proudest tempo di marcia⁴ there sounded anunmistakable undertone of resignation. and in the tenderer pieces of theoratorio, where the melody, muffled and staggering like a cracked oldmans voice, groped its way amongst the rusty pipes of the treble, thenthere was a trembling in the bass like suppressed sobs. now and then thenote of the tired organ failed it completely, and then the old man wouldfaithfully turn the handle during some bars of rest more touching in theirprofound silence than any music.true, the instrument was itself very expressive, but the old man hadhis share in the sensation of melancholy which came over mewhenever i heard his music. he had his beat in the poor quarter behind theponte de fiorini⁵, and many times during my solitary rambles up there ihad stopped and taken my place among the scanty audience of raggedselect the correct text in the passage.which excerpt best shows the author regretted that he forgot about the organ player in the cold months?(1.0) my first impulse was to go up to him, but an uneasy feeling of i do not know what held me back; i felt that i blushed and i did not move from myplace. every now and then a passer-by stopped for a moment and made as if to search his pockets, but i did not see a single copper fall into theold mans hat. the place became gradually deserted, and one beggar after another trotted off with his little earnings. at last a child came out of thechurch, led by a gentleman in mourning; the child pointed towards the old man, and then ran up to him and laid a silver coin in his hat. the old manhumbly bowed his head in thanks, and even i, with my unfortunate absent-mindedness, was very nearly thanking the little donor also, so pleasedwas i. my friend carefully wrapped up the precious gift in an old pocket-handkerchief, and stooping forward, as if still carrying the barrel-organ onhis back, he walked off.reset next

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The question asks for the excerpt showing the author's regret about forgetting the organ player in cold months. The relevant text reveals the author's uneasy hesitation, embarrassment (blushing), and inaction when faced with the struggling player, which reflects regret for neglecting him earlier.

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(1.0) My first impulse was to go up to him, but an uneasy feeling of I did not know what held me back; I felt that I blushed and I did not move from my place. Every now and then a passer-by stopped for a moment and made as if to search his pockets, but I did not see a single copper fall into the old man's hat.