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A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. The music throbbed into the warnings that preceded the king’s irruption. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard.
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