He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. 270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. To—to find myself. All I can say is, it's well meant; and I may add, I'd have made it five minutes ago, if you'd given me the opportunity. Then he understood.
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