When I told them I was going to your house today, my dad told me to either ask for lessons or bring my violin to give to you permanently since I was not ever going to use it. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. I would not think so of you, Marthe. He gave her silence in return. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky.
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