Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. He had looked at it before without comprehension. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. "And had you been the worst scoundrel unhung, I'd have seen to it that you had the same care, the same chance. Then enter Mr.
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