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"Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. Then she slowly straightened, releasing him. "Why, so it is," she said, in mock astonishment. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. \" She said, feeling the salmon sitting idly in her belly. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. I feel almost inclined to regret the fact.
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