This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. ‘You don’t know the whole, child. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard. There’s no logic in these things. I’ll show it to you later. His voice when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness.
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