She slid the dress off, naked underneath. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. She’s big, about 5’10”. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes. There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. Thames Street was wholly impassable. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips, examining him as he stood before her naked.
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