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He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. "Right," said the Master, "I didn't think of her. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him. Melusine felt the calloused hand grasp around hers. ’ ‘Gammon,’ interrupted Hilary scornfully.
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