“You must play for us again sometime. Little more’n a week. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. Their flitting hands were always touching. "He acts queerly, too. ” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. ” “And you?” Annabel exclaimed.
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