Something in her tone made him look up. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. . Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. .
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