She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. She wanted to live. You know the sort of thing. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. ‘Never would he have gone to England. She could have traded it for gold nuggets and lived like a queen for a few weeks, but she did not.
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