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She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. His eyes were narrow with desire like a panther’s as he grinned at seeing her visibly satisfied. "Don't fire," cried the latter. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. The screams of the unfortunate woman had aroused Thames from his slumbers. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. If they become bad it is through inclination, not necessity. His frowning gaze came back to her. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910.
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