’ ‘Aye, sir,’ Kimble said at once, and took up his stance at the bottom of the stairs as Gerald dragged Melusine up them. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. He noticed the two chairs close together. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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