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"I have just parted from one," said Trenchard. It does not work, I still suffer madness. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. She did not bother with the backpack despite its due tomorrow status.
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