“Not a bit. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. In fact he was thinking of other things. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation. John did not see her until the last period. Not that there had ever been any hope of that. When I told them I was going to your house today, my dad told me to either ask for lessons or bring my violin to give to you permanently since I was not ever going to use it.
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