She held out both her hands. “I did everything I could to save your baby, Lucia, I have the medical knowledge to cure almost anything, but the Pestilence struck you too fast. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. I told him instantly and shamelessly that the play was going to be worth ten thousand pounds. Here we are. I asked several shopkeepers the same question: ‘Do you know the blue-eyed maid with the curly brown hair? She has a mother who is fair with the same eyes. ‘I knows how to do better nor any surgeon. Pray, walk in. “You say that he is alive. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her.
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