She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes.
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