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‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. His car was there. The pleasure intensified quickly, it was as much control as she dared to lose as she heard herself calling his name with all her breath. Last time— you made me feel snubbed. ” “No, don’t say that. ” Ann Veronica hesitated, and then stood in the open doorway and regarded her father’s stern presence.
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