It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. She began to tremble violently. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. There was Major Price—you must recollect him, Sir Rowland,—he stumbled as he was getting out of his chair at that very gate. This did not affect Spurlock. There was a young lad ahead of her. She stepped into his arms.
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