And it's uncanny. I worshipped her and subdued myself. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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