Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. I tried. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. Spurling.
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