Neither of them joined in the applause which followed upon her exit. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. “Idiotic, isn’t it?” “Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead.
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