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He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. C. I’ve loved her for two years, I love her now. “You are Mademoiselle Pellissier?” he asked, without rising to his feet. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. His number was unlisted and unpublished.
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