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He put an arm around her. “I doubted my luck, at least. “Splendid it must be to be a composer. She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. The end of the world seemed at hand. A militiaman came belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third, stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of the house. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man.
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