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Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. She would be elemental; there would be in her somewhere the sleeping tigress. Were the parents agreeable? Were they of age? Had the license been procured? But here, in a far country, only the velvet manacles of wedlock were necessary. Gianfrancesco’s had curved differently and was darker.
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