Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. “Who decorated the school like this?” She asked, peering up at the multicolored banners that hung everywhere. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. Warm life was behind that always, even if it slept. ‘You ought to be glad someone cares enough about your wretched little neck to try and save it. 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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