She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. "You'll never return. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. "To go a little further. " "The pianist?" "Yes.
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