"Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for your trouble. ’ ‘Your husband?’ Gerald tutted. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. I don’t know. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it.
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