He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. She was trying to adjust the wimple, dragging at it and fighting with her loosened hair.
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