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I shall now be able to test my skill. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. Some of your sex, I mean. You’re a good friend. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. That's a most damnable lie; and when she finds out, 'tis then she will not forgive. “Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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