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Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. He paced faster, stomping around. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. I’m starving. ” “I will tell her,” Anna promised.
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