Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. I am no exception. Too busy. John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf.
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