She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor.
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