But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. He followed. Wood again made his appearance in a more composed frame of mind, and, at his daughter's earnest solicitation, was induced to partake of some refreshment.
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