She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. “You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. Pramlay lived for amenities and the mellowed surfaces of things. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice.
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