—Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give below. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. When I told them I was going to your house today, my dad told me to either ask for lessons or bring my violin to give to you permanently since I was not ever going to use it. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. Sweet sixteen year old Shari, who never once figured out the morning sleep hangovers she suffered monthly.
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