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" And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon it. " "I see. “Anna!” she repeated. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks.
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