It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. " "Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if speaking to himself. “Take my advice,” he said hoarsely.
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