She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the most wonderful escapes ever planned or accomplished. So that it seemed to her the whole world had changed —the very light of it had changed. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings.
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