We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. The first stroke appeared to arouse all the vindictive passions of Jonathan. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face, and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind, the word “meretricious. Apparently I’m not to exist yet.
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