" Taking Jack into a shed behind the workshop the smith in a short time freed him from his fetters. “But I am your husband,” he said. As in a dream, Melusine saw her faithful footman struck, his headlong progress checked. And, thrusting a piece of iron into his mouth, he forced him out of the room. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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