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"What are you going to do to-day?" she presently inquired. "When you've had a decent meal, I'm going for a ride," he answered promptly. "Can't waste the whole day hanging about and Fiddle's spoiling for a gallop. You won't come, I suppose?" She shook her head. "No. I couldn't, anyhow. I must stay with Aunt Philippa to-day. I've had quite a lot to eat. Don't wait." He sprang to his feet at once.
During the dance she was singing, now shuffling her heels, now the toes, of her goat-skin shoes: "The fiddle's playing on the street, You can hear its bass so sweet; My mother has me locked up neat, My waitin' dearie I can't meet." That was the very country-wife whom Lichonin knew; the self-same who not only had had him for a client during hard times, but had even extended him credit.
"There's enough liquor in the head when the fiddle's in the hand. 'Dadia', I do not need the spirit to make the pulses go!" "As little as you like then, if you'll only play as well as you did this afternoon," Ingolby said cheerily. "I will play better," was the reply. "On Sarasate's violin well, of course." "Not only because it is Sarasate's violin, 'Kowadji'!" "Kowadji!
You must offer her all you've got. If she catches you going about after other women " "It's woe betide you!" Sennacherib interrupted. "You drive her heart away," the old man pursued. "The fiddle's jealouser than a woman. It wants the whole of a man. If Reuben was to settle down to it twelve hours a day, I make no doubt he'd be a player in a few years' time."
First a gypsy boy with long black curls and continuous genuflections, and a fiddle, and doleful complaints that he could not play it, and that it was the fiddle's fault. "Well, it is for once," said Hope. "Why, you little duffer, don't you see the bridge is too low?" He slackened the string, removed the bridge, fitted on a higher one, tuned it, and handed it over.
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