But her request was unheeded. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. The villagers were thronging to church. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. Did he not look for her in the morning when she entered—come very quickly to her? She thought of him as she had last seen him looking down the length of the laboratory to see her go. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room.
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