His car was there. “Quite right,” she said. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. When I gave him an invitation to supper, I little thought he'd accept it.
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