Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. “I have a letter for him from his brother, which I was just leaving. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. Time was moving so fast, she could no longer count the days since Gosse had come to her with his preposterous suggestion at the Coq d’Or, where they were staying and where he had robbed her and left her and Martha to their fate. Plays Beethoven, Rubenstein and all those chaps.
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