One night she apparently fell asleep. “Must be hard to find a decent violin teacher these days. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. But—Miss Pellissier!” “Well?” “Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. ” She nodded in the affirmative. . . The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park.
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