"He is," replied a portly personage, arrayed in a gorgeous yellow brocade dressing-gown, lined with cherry-coloured satin, and having a crimson velvet cap, surmounted by a gold tassel, on his head. The aunt laughed. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. "Ay, robbed him," reiterated Jonathan. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other.
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