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" "I'm sorry. ” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. . " "Piano-player? Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. ” He ducked out. While she worked, Melusine worried over the problem of getting Jack home. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. Too late she realised that Emile was not trying to escape. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting. That was an admission all right. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left.
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