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Then she slowly straightened, releasing him. In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. I have work there. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. But I'll tell you about him some other time. . She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. You’re never going to believe this, by the way.
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