Thomas Hardy,
The Fiddler of the Reels
(1893)
“ Mop was standing on his door-step, as was his custom, spinning the insidious thread of semi—and demi-semi-quavers from the E string of his fiddle for the benefit of passers-by, and laughing as the tears rolled down the cheeks of the little children hanging around him. Car'line pretended to be engrossed with the rippling of the stream under the arches, but in reality she was listening, as he knew. Presently the aching of the heart seized her simultaneously with a wild desire to glide airily in the mazes of an infinite dance. ”

