She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. Her hand came up and she laced her fingers with his. He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt. No matter what they do, always someone to bolster them up, to lend them money, and to coddle them. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats.
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