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John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. Lee-o-no-ra. "Sir Cecil is no more. A pair of startled blue eyes looked up into his.
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