She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. She felt that there was a hidden meaning under his words.
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