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"After all our pains we were near losing him, Sir Rowland. For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to her and administer appropriate comfort. “I’m thirsty. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. ” He stared at a little eddy. She never forced the issue, it was their father’s job. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. "To be sure I will, my child. "You've won your wager. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. Like carpenter, like chips. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you.
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