The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. Abruptly she got out of bed, smoothed her sheet and straightened her pillow and lay down, and fell almost instantly asleep. Days later, Sebastian found her by the lake, sobbing. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. Are you sure you haven't mistaken the ward, Mr. Mr. John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any violin?” She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play violin.
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