She stuffed her violin in its case and rushed into the hallway towards John, who stood outside of 118 with his arms crossed. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. Come up stairs, and take a glass of brandy. “Showtime!” Martin cried. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance.
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