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One post-midnight meeting, she could stand it no longer. ‘Espèce de bête,’ she snarled. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. She too had seen. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was. He's more like a lord than—" As she spoke, steps were heard approaching; the door was thrown open, and a young man marched boldly into the room. They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist.

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