Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. You can do it, if you will. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. There’s the internal factor as well as the external. She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. Would there be enough in the young man's envelope to pay the doctor and the hotel bill—and in the event of his death, enough to ship the body home? So all things pointed to the happy circumstance of setting this young fool upon his feet again, of seeing him hence upon his journey. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another.
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