"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out again. His complexion was as blue as a sailor's jacket, and though Mr. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. I heard only after it was all over.
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