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It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. Gianfrancesco had told her about it, how he had played in it as a child with his brothers. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. Drowning, her brain dizzy, Melusine clung to the source of the flooding warmth, her hands, no longer forcibly held, moving without will about the firm back. He saw the tragedy on the boy's face; but he was merciless. “In Paris your sister appeared to me to be a charming student of frivolity.
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