“But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes. ” “Perhaps you don’t. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said.
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