Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. She wanted to think. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit.
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