But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse. Wood turned to look at him. In the biological laboratory that was their invincible tone. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. ‘Go on, Gerald.
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