God help me. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. ” She looked thoughtfully into the fire. ‘Ah, the tragedy. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air.
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