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She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any violin?” She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play violin. “I knew that you waited at the farmhouse. Come back with me to-night.
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