’
It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving
down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. Mr. "Blueskin's a friend in need," he said. What’s that?”
They both stood listening. ”
A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. She had first picked up the fiddle back when
it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at
it.
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