“Must be hard to find a decent violin teacher these days. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. She had learned this art in skirts, and knew well how not to be disadvantaged. Naturally you shout yourself hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. I am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me. ‘You are stubborn like a mule. I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?” “Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing. The lights rolled over, and were extinguished. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom.
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