She had first picked up the fiddle back when
it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at
it. And in these crowded four weeks,
what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes
and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows,
only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had
plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. “Have you turned him yet?” Michelle whispered
hotly, trying not to raise the volume of her voice. "Where did I hear that before?"
"Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’
‘Precisely. He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. “No. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. "If that sickly brat lives to be a man," continued Jonathan, rising, "I'll hang him
upon the same tree as his father. I
am bothered. "At all events, I've not done with you.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDEzLjU5LjY1Ljg0IC0gMDItMDctMjAyNCAwMDoxMzo0NiAtIDc3NjI4OTAzNw==
This video was uploaded to flood-rescue.com on 27-06-2024 11:44:32