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It was very much like a
real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a
column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to
bathe. If you met her you would, I am certain, think
her as fine as I do. There was a
mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from
a child's violin. The farmer was a
widow who was slightly famous around town for his prize
cows and slightly more famous for his good looks. I must bless him before I
die. ”
“How can you say such things?”
“But he would!”
“Still, it isn’t your place to say so. “I must go. They talked lightly
but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his
face. ‘Why do you think I told
you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just
before she got married, which is when it was painted. It had been discussed in silence. A long chest under one of the windows was
open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor. ’ She grasped the girl’s arm. Nigel, you have not forgotten!”
“No,” he said, with a little bitter smile.
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