She brought the cups of cocoa back to the bedroom. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. Winifred screamed. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. It would be the wrappered world almost at its best. Section 3. To these she added the wine and spirits directed, and when all was arranged looked inquisitively at her master.
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