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"Che

faro?" He

played it

wonderfully

on that

poor

fiddle;

and the

fiddler,

who had

followed

at his

elbow,

stood

watching

him,

uneasy,

envious,

but a

little

entranced.

Sapristi!

This tall,

pale

monsieur

with the

strange

face and

the eyes

that

looked

drunk and

the hollow

chest,

played

like an

angel! Ah,

but it was

not so

easy as

all that

to make

money in

the

streets of

this

sacred

town! You

might play