He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered.
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