" "I'm sorry. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad staircase. . Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf.
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