"...At this point in her story, the now nearly toothless husband brought out his horsehead fiddle and began to sing in a high falsetto the song he had written for her. She grinned and lowered her eyes as her wrinkled cheeks turned red once again on hearing him sing of the irresistible beauty of her face."
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