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He was a philosopher. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. Something drew you. He began to tell me something—and stopped. I need you every day. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her. “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. Her heavy pistol came up again, although she did not rise.
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