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“Arent played his fiddle softly.
'Why didn't you come to dinner tonight?' she asked him, surprising herself with her candour.
Arent flicked her a glance, then returned his attention to his playing.
'Did you want me there?'
She bit her lip, only able to nod.
'Then I'll come tomorrow,' he said softly.”