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She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. She shook them off of one foot. She was quite assured that she would never see him again. Part 6 He became quite sure, by a sort of accumulation of reflection, as the day wore on. She read the policeman’s rueful glance when she caught his refection in his rearview mirror.
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