” “It came,” he said. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. ‘Where was I? Oh yes. At least that, I think, is what makes a clever woman’s independent career so much more difficult than a clever man’s.
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